The old man's grin grew even wider, his eyes sparkling with mischief like embers from a long-smoldering fire.
"I brought a message from home, Benjamin," he said, his voice dripping with malice, each word dripping like venom from a snake's fang.
Benjamin's heart skipped a beat, his mind racing with questions. What did he mean? Did his father know he was here? How and why and when?
"What are you talking about?" he growled, trying to keep his voice steady, but his words trembled like a leaf in a storm.
Old Man Roger chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement, his gaze piercing like a hawk's talons. "Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about, Benjamin. You've been running from home for far too long," he said, his voice dripping with condescension.
Benjamin's mind reeled as the old man's words struck a chord, resonating deep within his soul. He'd heard these words before, but something felt different this time. Was it because Tommy was now involved?
