The hallways were full of voices and noise, but Billy didn’t care. There was nothing he could do about it, anyway. And he couldn’t bring himself to worry about anything anymore. Not today. Needed the knot in his stomach to loosen. He knew they didn’t have enough money to make it to Mexico. Knew the car wouldn’t last another month. They’d been foolish in thinking that the money wouldn’t run out. Maybe if Grant hadn’t stolen his wallet, that five hundred dollars could have taken them across the border.
But he couldn’t torture himself anymore.
Right now, all that mattered, was that he was locked up in this tiny little room, tipsy from the cheap red wine they’d bought on their way back from the Garden District, and sitting next to the man he adored.
Xavier picked up Billy’s wrist and glance
