The moment they arrived at the airport, the atmosphere surrounding them felt strangely muted. The evening air carried a faint chill that did little to ease the anxiety settling deep within Clyde's chest.
Clyde slowed his steps slightly as he turned his gaze toward Micah, his expression marked by unmistakable concern. His brows drew together faintly, his eyes lingering on the younger man's pale face, searching for any sign of warning. He thought the way Darcy had hit Aidan and then treated Micah with a cold shoulder was too much for the young man to bear. Was it okay for them to go on a trip at a time like this? Why was Micah set on following their earlier plan anyway?
"Where exactly are we going?" he asked at last, his voice low yet unable to fully conceal the worry threaded through it. After a brief pause, he continued, unable to stop himself from pressing further. "Is it far? Are you sure you can handle a long flight in your current condition?"
