Edith's POV
Gregory was furious, and I wanted to try and comfort him, but at the same time I didn't want to get caught in his cross fire of rage. He was tossing random items across the house, smashing things, screaming. He was acting like an animal. And for what? Because his ex-wife was still alive? Why should it matter? He has me!
I wasn't scared, but I also didn't want to get in his way, so I made the decision to try and stay safe as I sat upon the couch, watching him carefully.
"They're lying to me, aren't they, Edith?" His enraged eyes turned their focus to me, a knife held high above his head as he briefly stopped his rampage.
I gulped slightly; I wasn't scared of him. Right? "Why would they, love? Though, have you seen her?"
His hand lowered, "no, actually," his face reddened with embarrassment as he set the knife upon the counter. "At least not yet," he added, his voice still calmer than before.
"Then tomorrow, why not ask?"
