Edmund's POV
Upon returning, the chair by the patio was not where I left it. The entrance door was slightly ajar. Even her favourite mint green blanket was now strewn across the sofa.
Yet, she looked as though she had only come out of the bedroom while she rubbed her eyes.
"Just woke up?" I asked, wanting her verbal confirmation.
"Yeah. You?"
I knew she was not telling me the truth but I was still taken aback by it.
"No, I was…," I fumbled with my words. "I was out by the garden for a smoke."
She nodded. I caught her eyes resting on my bleeding knuckles. I swiftly hid them behind my back and went straight to the bathroom.
'If she had gone out, she must have heard something. But how much?' I cursed internally at my own carelessness.
The throbbing fist served me a reminder, bringing a sense of reality. I washed my face and took a deep breath to stay calm. I proceeded to wrap my hand in a bandage, a little too excessively in hopes she would say something.
