THIRD PERSON'S POV
Zach pushed the main door open, walking into the house. He had his duffel bag hanging on his shoulder as he made his way to the stairs.
Quick footsteps from behind made him halt and turn around.
"Father." He bowed, holding the straps of his bag. He was self-conscious of how depressingly casual he looked.
Denim black, ripped pants. Black hoodie. His auburn gold-fleck hair was an unruly mess, falling heavily to the side of his face. He hadn't bothered with looking very noble this morning. He'd just wanted to sneak in, get some more clothes and other important stuff and get out. Unnoticed.
"Let's have a quick talk, son. Please." Gamma Micah said calmly, gesturing on the way to his study.
Zach sighed, dropping his back and following his Father. The walk to the study w
