The commotion reached all the way to the lounge. Darcy turned his head, brow furrowed, eyes drifting toward the hallway where a group of people had gathered. Their voices echoed, murmurs, some curious, others uneasy. Something had clearly happened.
Micah still hadn't come back. What if something happened to him? Darcy's stomach twisted. He looked at the researcher, anxious to wrap up the appointment and go find Micah. He opened his mouth to make some excuses when the man in the white coat spoke first.
"Well, it appears something's come up," he said, glancing toward the noise. "I believe we've covered everything important today. If you'll excuse me, I'd better be on my way."
The man stood from his chair and gave a polite smile, though his posture had grown stiff.
Darcy stood as well and nodded. "Thanks," he muttered. His mind was on Micah. He pulled out his phone and quickly dialed Micah, pressing it to his ear, and waiting.
