Chapter 125 I Want To Support Micah
- Fiona’s POV
- Over the next few days, I can hardly sleep. The image of Micah's retreating figure haunts my dreams. Every time I try to raise my hand to stop him, he vanishes in smoke, and I wake up in a cold sweat.
- I'm exhausted, and I can't fathom why I have this constant urge to reach out to him. It's like a sixth sense compelling me to ask if he's okay, which seems quite silly.