"Michael's gone, I heard the door close when he left..." Betty explained, her eyes tinged with sadness.
Upon hearing Betty's words, I quickly got out of bed and opened the door.
Michael's shoes were no longer at the entrance, and his bedroom door was open, the room empty.
His bedding was neatly folded, and on his desk lay a note: "Mom and Dad, I'm leaving, take care of yourselves..."
"How long ago did Michael leave?" I glanced at the clock; it was 6 AM, about half an hour earlier than when Betty and I usually woke up.
"He left about half an hour ago..." Betty said, her head bowed in thought.
"Why didn't you wake me?" I couldn't help feeling anxious.
Had Michael run away from home again?
Remembering his demeanor last night, something seemed off.
"I... I..." Betty stammered, finally sighing in resignation, her expression filled with helplessness.
I quickly grabbed my phone and called Luna; she was the only one who could find Michael now.