After grabbing a few fruits from the platter, some grapes, a couple of strawberries and a banana, Micah slipped out of the dining room as quickly as he could. He released a small breath of relief as he walked toward his room. He finally had escaped another round of questions, questions he didn't even have answers to.
He hadn't even asked Clyde's surname, where his company was, or what it was called. And why he kept showing up around him.
Micah chewed his bottom lip, slowing his pace as he reached the stairs. He stared at the steps for a moment before heading up toward his room. He didn't want to ask. Deep down, he was afraid of the answer. If he asked, if he opened that door and learned about the man, he felt like he would be swept into something confusing and impossible to step away.
