Roland's fingers curled into fists, staring at the boy standing before the table.
Russell on the other hand was speechless, eyes lined with fear.
“Sir, you really have to stop him,” the boy said. He turned from Russell to Roland. The moment their gazes met, he froze.
Roland saw through the stillness in the boy's eyes, watching his mind repeat the scenario that had played out here the last time. The boy obviously remembered him.
“That bully,” Russell’s voice tumbled out. “Those thugs won't stop trying to ruin my day won't they? Haven't they done enough already?”
Roland’s chest burned at hearing his father’s voice change.
“How did you hear about this?” Roland asked. He steadied his gaze on the boy. “David, that's your name, right?”
“Yes…sir,” the boy stammered, eyes glistening with
