15 minutes earlier:
As soon as Darcy stepped out of the room to answer his call, Micah slowly slouched back into his seat, pulling out his phone. The soft glow of the screen lit up his face in the dim room, but there was… nothing.
No messages. No missed calls. No "Where are you?". Not even a stupid emoji.
His thumb hovered over the screen. He refreshed the page again, just to be sure. Still nothing. Blank. As if Clyde didn't exist.
Like everything that had happened today had just been in Micah's head.
Micah's chest ached. His throat felt tight. So that was it? One argument and Clyde disappeared like smoke?
In Clyde's eyes, was he less than that woman? Just toss out a cheap 'sorry' and be done with it? He gave Clyde a tiny bit of attitude, and Clyde vanished like Micah was nothing but a spoiled kid throwing a tantrum?
His chest burned. He was not in the wrong. He had every right to be angry. But now, it felt like his anger didn't matter to Clyde. Like he didn't matter.
