Edward’s gaze was unsettling. He looked like he was trying to see right through her and answer all the mysteries of the world. Other than that, his eye gave away nothing. Not a hint of his thoughts or his feelings. He walked over to the table and took the chair Abigail had just vacated without breaking eye contact.
The humming sound of the fridge seemed to amplify in the silence. Talia squirmed in her chair. For nothing better than an excuse to look away, Talia picked up the fork and took a mouth full of salty watermelon. The combination of the sweet and salty watery mess in her mouth almost made her wish she hadn’t. It really did taste like fluids given to dehydrated patients in public hospitals.
“You are asking questions about me?” Edward finally asked, breaking the awkward silence aft
