"You," Rachel whispered, clutching her chest, "what are you doing?"
Edmund didn't hear what Rachel said clearly. The rain had covered up her voice. But from her gesture, he knew that his presence had startled her.
"Sorry," he said as he walked over. “I didn't mean to scare you. I couldn't sleep because I was hungry.”
“Didn't you check the dining table? "I've kept some food for you there," Rachel said irritably.
Instead of feeling guilty, Edmund put on a straight face. “That's the problem. Your cooking is really delicious. I want more, but don't know where to get it. Is there any left?”
Rachel rolled her eyes and took a quick breath. “In the refrigerator, the green box at the bottom.”
"Thank you."
Edmund followed her directions. Finding what he was looking for, his eyes automa
