Roland folded his fingers into fists, eyes fixed on Taylor. Both he and Zoey were in danger. They all are. If only they knew what was coming.
How did I not see it? Roland’s mind stirred, chest tightening.
“Mr. Smith,” Taylor called.
Roland didn’t answer. His mind raced on.
“Mr. Smith,” Taylor called again, voice firmer.
Roland turned and steadied his gaze on him.
“What’s wrong?” Taylor asked, eyebrows furrowing. “Who was on the call?”
Roland blinked. He clenched his jaw tight and turned again to Tobias who was still sitting on the floor and staring at them.
“You wanted to leave,” Roland said, voice tightening. “Go on.”
The boy’s fingers twitched at his sides. He glanced over Roland’s chest at Taylor, and then back to Roland.
“What are you waiting for? You are free, leave,” Rola
