Chapter 147: Campus Flower in Crisis
The next morning Micah woke up late. He blinked up at the ceiling, dazed. The sun had already climbed too high, filling his room with bright light. He groaned, rubbing his face with both hands. No wonder he felt groggy. He had stayed up way too late the night before chatting with the deformed car roof guy, Alex Ford. It wasn’t anything deep. Just aimless texting. Nothing personal, nothing revealing. However, it made him forget about his troubles. Somehow hours passed and Micah didn’t even realise.
Micah rolled out of bed with a sigh and walked downstairs in his slippers, rubbing his eyes.
The hum of chatters spread through the house.
Micah yawned and stepped into the dining room. "Morning," he said, pulling out a chair and sitting down.
"It’s more noon than morning, sweetie," Elina said, looking at her son with a smile.
"Umm..." Micah hummed, reaching for the milk jug and pouring himself a glass.
His mother watched him closely. Her smile faded a little. "Have you... lost weight?"
Jacob, who was mid-conversation on the phone, paused and turned his head toward Micah.
Even Willow, typing furiously on her laptop, slowed to a stop and looked up.
Micah ignored their stares and added a spoonful of honey to his warm milk. He gave it a slow stir, then took a small sip. "After ten days of military training, how could anyone get fatter?" he said dryly.
He knew his stomach problems had taken a toll on his body, but there was no need to tell them.