"Ali." Charles checked on his wife in their room, catching his wife fold some already folded clothes.
When they left the school and reached home, Allison didn't feel well. Charles let his wife rest, but now seeing her folding the already folded clothes, he knew his wife was trying to keep her mind busy.
Charles walked into the room and sat beside her. "Feeling better now?"
Allison didn't reply immediately, lifting her eyes to her husband. "You knew, didn't you? About what happened to Penny and Nina. Did you know about it?"
A shallow breath slipped past his nostrils, and he hummed.
"It's alright. I understand why you didn't tell me about it," she muttered, placing the folded clothes to the side before picking up other clothes to fold.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't know how to tell you."
