Micah stepped quietly into the VIP room, careful not to let the door click too loudly behind him. The corridor outside had been cold and silent, but the room inside felt warm and dim. He placed the cake box gently on the small table near the entrance, adjusting it so it wouldn't tip over. His eyes instinctively drifted toward the inner room.
It was already ten o'clock.
He hadn't meant to return this late. He had only planned to buy the cake and come straight to the hospital, but Clyde had appeared out of the blue and taken him to dinner. By the time he managed to return, hours had slipped by.
Micah removed his woollen hat and unwound his scarf slowly, shaking off the faint chill that still clung to him. He laid them neatly over the sofa before moving toward the half-open door of the inner room. His steps softened. He leaned slightly forward and peeked inside.
