“You’re lying. This is a farce. This isn’t possible.” He rambled on in shock.
“They’ll be waiting for you, with your mother. She’s desperately trying to make sense of this. Her heart is weak enough without this added stress. You may want to consider going to her now, while you still can. I fear she may not be long for this world.” Edward’s voice was hypnotic, soft and serenely terrifying.
“Oh, God...” he looked around the room frantically, utterly confused, searching for the rationalisations. “I never hurt those children, you know. I only looked. They never knew. I never touched a child, not once. I couldn’t find the harm in looking. I’m not like him, you know...the man who took those pictures...”
“You’re wasting precious time.”
“I...I don’t know...what’ll I tell her? Oh, God...” he wa
