They parked at the entrance to a cul-de-sac. Though it would take longer to walk down the hill, this meant the duo could use their powerful metal-obliterating talisman at the house if they needed it, without fear of turning their own home into a puddle.
It was a fairly long street, and the speedy pace took its toll on Terrell. He looked to be in pain after only about a city block’s distance, though he attempted to hide it. The telltale clenching of his jaw gave him away. Dakota hoped that talking might distract him from the dire circumstances. He knew it was a risk, but he couldn’t keep his curiosity at bay. “You were sixteen the last time you saw your family, right?” he asked tentatively.
Terrell nodded but didn’t reply.
“Was it because of the settlement money? Your family thought you
