"I will go," I repeated, now with a sob. Dion is doing this because of me. It's all my fault.
"Of course," he replied in a hard tone. His hand on my arm pressed a little to reassure me and to make a point he’s true to his words.
"Dion!" It was Mr. Montevalles' voice that resonated around the spacious living room. He was holding his cellphone against his left ear. His smile widened when he turned to us.
That face is not the face of a grandfather being worried about his abducted grandson. I could tell he's that excited to get Dion.
I wanted to slap Dion in my mind. I wanted to make him realize what he is doing. I'm sure he's expected this to happen. If he’s hiding for his safety, why does he have to do such things that could make him get caught?
"Your voice sounds strange to me now.
