On Friday morning, Micah exhaled deeply as he zipped up his suitcase. Everything was ready. He smoothed a hand down the side of his simple black hoodie and murmured to himself, "Okay, no turning back now."
The Ramsy family had long been used to his temperamental behaviour. They just let him do what he wanted most of the time. No one opposed his last-minute trip. Obviously, it was Micah's last holiday before moving to the dormitory at the beginning of the semester next Monday.
Outside, a sleek luxury car from the Ramsy garage hummed in the driveway. Driver Dan stepped out to grab his suitcase and place it in the car boot.
Micah slipped into the car, waiting for Driver Dan to take him to the airport.
"Young master, may I ask... where are you going?" Driver Dan said.
"To Jay City, you know how its beaches are famous," Micah answered, unbothered by the driver prying into his privacy.
