As I return to our room, fear and anxiety grip me, causing me to tremble uncontrollably. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to soothe the quivering. Am I in danger? Is Edward in danger? What's happening? This situation is a complete mess. What have I gotten myself into? Should I intervene? I'm torn, unable to decide. I sit down, but the restlessness is unbearable. I stand up again, feeling tortured by the unknown, waiting for Edward to return to the bedroom.
What feels like hours later, Edward enters the bedroom, he avoids meeting my eyes, his movements slow and cautious, as if he's trying to anticipate my reaction. I can't handle this uncertainty, whatever it is he's hiding.
"What's going on, Edward? Who were those people? Are we in danger? Does this have something to do with what ha
