Sitting on the balcony overlooking Atlantis and the ocean beyond, Kyri pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees, resting her chin on them. Michaela had been gone for a while now, and she was wondering what was going to happen when she came back.
If she came back.
The night she had planned to confess her feelings for them, she hadn't. Something about Mike's reaction when they had seemed to be inching toward that discussion had caused Kyri to pull back. As much as she had wanted to tell them how much she loved them, she hadn't. And after that night, it had seemed that Mike had begun to pull away. Even the night before she had left to go back to Canada when they had received word that her father was ill, she hadn't even seemed to be there with them. It was like she wanted to get away.
So when Evan arrived with Mike's message, she almost knew what it was going to say before she even hit play to run it. Sitting there, she watched as Mike told them that she was staying in Canada near her family. Biting her lip, she sighed softly, looking down at the tablet as the message ended.
"Well, I guess that answers that," she said. "I kept wondering what was going to happen when she came back, but I couldn't help but wonder if she even would."
She looked over at him. "Was it something we did?"