"Michael, what exactly is it that you want to discuss?"
Michael didn't answer immediately. Instead, he briefly examined their surroundings before turning back toward Brian. After a moment of hesitation, he finally spoke.
"Teacher Brian, it's about your daughter."
Brian froze.
His daughter? Isabella?
The relaxed expression on his face disappeared.
"Michael..."
He wanted to ask how Michael even knew he had a daughter.
He hadn't told Michael about her before, had he?
Brian's mood soured, and his thoughts raced, but out of respect for Michael, he remained silent and listened.
Seeing Brian's expression, Michael realized that he had probably approached the subject a little too directly.
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
"Well, it's a little complicated."
Michael scratched his cheek.
"First, I want to ask you something. How much do you know about the relationship between a person's soul and their body?"
Brian stared at him.
"What?"
