Darcy continued forward along the dimly lit corridor in silence, his footsteps measured and steady, though his mind was anything but calm. His thoughts drifted restlessly, circling back to the moment he had entered the hospital room earlier. There had been something he had forgotten to say, something meant for Clyde, yet in the midst of everything that had unfolded, it had slipped from his mind entirely.
He could still recall the exact instant with unsettling clarity.
His hand had already reached for the doorknob, fingers curling around the cold metal as he prepared to step out, when a voice had halted him mid-motion. Leo's voice.
That single moment had drawn his attention sharply back, holding him in place as he listened. And then, almost immediately after, came the memory of how Micah had reacted.
The disdain had been unmistakable.
