In all the time Will had spent in there, they’d never once discussed what the current date actually was. He stopped eating, setting down his fork, because Elijah looked real fuckin jumpy and Will didn’t want him anywhere near his child if he was going to flip out.
“Mate… you said nearly two years. Not four.” It was betrayal on top of betrayal. These people lying to Elijah to keep him in his place, depriving him of his escape. And to think Elijah had almost volunteered for this! Will scrubbed his hand across his face. “Jesus Christ.”
Glancing over at Addy, he frowned slightly, looking meaningfully at Evie. As much as he wanted to spend time with them, he’d feel safer if they weren’t in the same place as a man who was clearly close to breakdown.