Life went on quietly, almost deceptively so. Micah's days fell into a steady rhythm, classes and short visits between his apartment and Flora's place. He spent most evenings with Darcy, Flora, and Nora, making sure things were fine. By the time the weekend rolled around, the familiar apartment building felt like his second home.
Darcy's health had improved faster than Micah expected. The boy was stubborn to begin with, so it didn't surprise Micah when he dismissed the carer without a second thought.
Micah didn't push the issue. First, Aunty Jade, the carer Clyde had hired, was technically his employee. Second, he didn't feel comfortable with a helper constantly being in his apartment in the first place.
Friday evening came, and Micah found himself standing in front of the apartment door again, jacket hanging loosely from his arm. "You really won't come?" he asked for what must have been the Nth time that day.
