Lin Heye sat down on a cushion across from Clyde, a serious look on his face. He leaned forward, arms resting on the table, and stared hard at him.
"Tell me exactly what happened," Lin Heye said firmly. "Why does Micah think he is a stranger to you now? Why is he calling you Mister again? And who the hell is this woman he's talking about?"
Clyde didn't answer right away. His shoulders slumped as he sat back, rubbing his tired eyes with both hands. When he finally spoke, his voice came out low and strained. "I messed up."
"No shit?" Lin Heye shot back, eyebrows raised. "I know that already. And?"
Clyde exhaled slowly, like even breathing took effort. "I saw Micah…he was staring at that woman with this shy smile on his face. He looked a little embarrassed… like a boy talking to his crush…"
"That's it? Just he was staring?" Lin Heye asked in disbelief.
