The sun was already high enough to glitter across the water, spreading warmth across the lake. Yet, the people sitting ashore felt a chill run down their spines at the sight of Micah and Clyde approaching.
"Ah, good morning, Micah," Lin Heye called out first, rising a little from his seat as if to smooth away the tension. "Did you have breakfast we made for you? It was… a kind of apology." He let a nervous chuckle out, rubbing the back of his neck. "I especially made my famous porridge for you."
Micah froze mid-step, his eyes narrowed, then he shifted his head sharply toward Clyde. "What porridge? What breakfast?" His tone was sharp, each word lined with accusation. "Why didn't I see it?"
