In front of the campus gate, Micah stood between Darcy and Willow, feeling mortified.
His older sister, Willow, was watching Darcy with a look Micah knew all too well, scrutinising. The sharp, measuring stare she reserved for people she didn't trust. He had no idea what he should do.
An awkward silence fell over the three of them.
Darcy caught it immediately. The shift in Willow's gaze, the sudden tension Micah was radiating. His lips parted slightly, then pressed together in thought. He had already guessed who she must be. Micah never called anyone "older sister". This girl was family. And from her appearance, she looked stern. The kind who would give you an earful for any small mistakes you make. And Micah...well, he was a troublemaker through and through.
"I'll head back, Micah," Darcy said calmly. His tone was light, but his eyes were filled with pity.
