Chapter 128

Micah stood in front of the mirror, staring at himself without a smile. Esmeralda patted his chest. “I see your parents in you. I see that damn Armani too,” she chuckled as she examined the suit. “That young fool had to go and kick the bucket before I could kill him for getting into another fight.” Micah had lost a few pounds from going three days without eating. His eyes were red and puffy and his face looked more angular. He just stared at the mirror before turning to me. It broke my heart to see him look so hopeless, as if he had lost all desire to go on. Esmeralda told me to keep an eye on him while she went over to her house. She warned me to not get into any fights too. Micah sighed as she left and sat down on the bed. He hadn’t gone to his room since we got back three days ago; he only stayed in Armani’s. Armani’s scent was still there, so it comforted him, but it was going to fade away eventually. “How are you feeling?” I aske