(Micah)
I left Arlo moments later, telling him that I needed to get something to eat and see what Landon was up to.
I needed to get away, even if just for a moment, to clear my head.
My stomach growled, reminding me I hadn't eaten much today, so I headed to the kitchen. Maybe a snack would help calm my nerves and take my mind off everything.
As soon as I stepped inside the kitchen, I saw my parents there talking to Cory, their expressions turned serious when they saw me. My heart sank. I knew that look, this wasn't going to be a casual chat.
“Micah, we need to talk.” Mom started, her voice low and concerned,
I sighed, already feeling the weight of whatever they were about to say pressing down on me.
“What is it?” I asked. Dad stepped forward with his arms crossed.
“Jacob told us
