Michael Auclair woke up, drank some water, and then went back to sleep, content.
The next day, he woke up at seven o'clock. Breakfast was served before eight at home, and he planned to pick Avery up. However, as he came downstairs, he saw his parents with very bad complexions. Usually, the kitchen would already be bustling with activity, but today it was silent.
"Dad, you're up so early too? Mom, haven't started cooking breakfast yet, eh? What do you want to eat? I'll buy it and bring it back for Avery and me," Michael spoke to his parents with a smile.
"Michael, come here first. We have something to ask you," Mrs. Auclair called out in a low voice, devoid of any mood, worried the neighbors might overhear because of the poor sound insulation on their side.
Yesterday, Avery had dragged her suitcase out, and it was likely that the neighbors had already seen her. Their family's issues had probably become the joke of the residential area early on.
