Just after witnessing the most disgusting green smoothie disappearing and successfully being erased from existence, Micah's hazel eyes curved into shining crescents. He looked from the empty glass… to Clyde. A strange mix of relief and approval flickered across his face.
Finally, he turned toward Jacob, clearing his throat as if nothing had happened. "Dad," he said, voice steady, though still carrying a trace of curiosity, "did something happen?"
Jacob set a neatly arranged plate of fruit in front of him, the pieces were cut in unimaginable shapes, clearly proving he had no experience in the kitchen. His expression was gentle, but there was something thoughtful behind his eyes. "No," Jacob replied calmly. "We just saw your post and got worried."
Micah blinked. Post?
Jacob continued, as if this were the most normal explanation in the world. "You haven't said anything about going public."
