Silent

He let his hand run over the white sheet he had hung over the bed. When they were little, Micah and his sister used to build pillow forts, hiding from the world as he was doing now. 

Downstairs he could hear his father making himself tea. He would leave something for Micah, but wouldn’t come looking for him if he didn’t show up. Micah didn’t blame him. A man who used to not believe in the supernatural couldn’t deal with the way his son communicated. Micah saw him flinch whenever he spoke to him.
 
So he chose to remain silent.