Fourteen years?

( Peter breathes out sharp as his eyes burn briefly just to think of her there. His voice cracks. It's horrifying. It's terrible. His chest clenches up painfully, tightly at the center of his rib cage. )

I'm glad you weren't alone there at least even if- even if finding out what happened to him, it probably made it so much worse.

( It probably squashed that hope right up as soon as it tried to- to break free. )