"I saw you".
Edward leapt in fright at the menacing tone coming from the door. He whipped around and saw the tiny but furious figure of his wife walking into the room.
Well, waddling more like. Though he valued his life far too much to say so.
"Hello, sweetheart. How are you feeling?" he asked somewhat hesitantly.
Usually he would have no hesitation asking such a thing, Rebecca's welfare always being at the forefront of his thoughts.
It seemed, however, that lately even the most innocuous of questions were liable to draw blood. That held true for statements also. Comments about the weather. Even breathing at a louder volume than usual.
Edward gulped now as he awaited the answer. Would he have a pleasant conversation with his much adored but, presently, slightly deranged wife? Or would he suffer the wrath of a woman whose lying in was fast approaching and who scared the living daylights out of him?
"I said," she repeated and he saw with no small amount of trepi...