“Where have you been?” His mother asked as they got into the house. “Edwina! Your dress is stained with blood.” She exclaimed in horror.
“Louis!” A voice squealed, running out to jump on him. Edwina looked back at both of them, confused. His mother just shook her head and pulled Edwina close to her side,
“What happened dear?”
“Yvonne!” He pushed her away a bit and stood afar. “What are you doing here?” He asked sternly.
“Edwina, what happened to you?”
“We were both caught up trying to help someone who got hit by a vehicle. It’s been a long evening,” Edwina explained while she watched the silent drama between the brunette and Louis.
“And Louis was responsible, I’m sure?”
“He was only trying to help and I am glad that we did what we did. A love story could have died that very night.
