Micheal sighed heavily and turned to his grandmother, who blinked a few times before making a fresh teapot. Bustling over to the cafe door, she stood by it momentarily before turning back to her grandson and shaking her head.
“What is it?” Micheal eyed her curiously.
“Micheal, you should have gone with her. She's not safe out there,” she told him.
He rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. Slowly, he walked over to the counter and poured himself a cup of tea, trying to distract himself from the nagging feeling that he was making a mistake. His grandmother followed him, her eyes fixed on him with a concerned expression.
"What's going on out there, Micheal? You know you're not telling me everything," she said, her voice firm but gentle.
Micheal sipped his tea, feeling the w
