“Hmm,” he hums, grabbing something from the table. “The kid has a voice. Elise showed us those videos of him, remember? We just need to drag it out of him. What’s in this?” He lifts the pointy thing I’ve seen my mommy play with, and his friend shrugs. Pain explodes in my arm—I hold my breath and close my eyes as the men chuckle. “He’s stubborn like his mother.”
Ayeeee yooooooo!!! No fucking way!!!
