Chapter 3: His once pure and innocent mind had been tainted by this novel…
Micah had exhausted his few brain cells by overthinking about the plot, and with the lingering ache of his concussion, sleep finally claimed him in the midst of his chaotic thoughts.
The next morning, the gentle hum of conversation in the room disturbed Micah’s deep sleep.
"Mum, look at this! His video was liked by thousands just a few hours from posting!"
A cheerful voice rang out, filled with amusement.
"Let me see. Ahh... my son, even in falling, is handsome!"
A gentle mature voice replied with an unmistakable warmth.
Micah groaned softly, his mind sluggish as he rubbed his eyes, blinking at the two figures seated close together on the sofa, their postures relaxed.
Grabbing His glasses from the bedside, Micah placed them on his face.
"What are you two chatting about first thing in the morning?"
Micah said in a hoarse voice. He felt like he had swallowed sand, his throat dry and uncomfortable.
Elina Palmer, his mother, immediately rose to her feet, her eyes filled with concern. She moved across the room hurriedly and poured a glass of water from the pitcher on the table.