"So," I say. We're now sitting down stairs in the living room; facing each other, Carlisle and Esme are on the couch opposite me and Edward. "What's going on with Edward Masen?"

Esme smiles rather proudly and looks up at her husband. "Carlisle called the police after you left. Of course, Elizabeth was not pleased but… well her husband is in a holding cell. Why would she be?"

"And naturally, she's rather embarrassed and quick to suggest her innocence," Carlisle says, smiling wryly. He huffs a laugh, "though of course the drunken Edward Masen negated that, didn't he?"

It's a rhetorical question, but it sparks both my interest and Edward's.

"How'd he do that?" I ask, sipping a bit of Edward's coffee.

Edward smiles to himself but it falls when Carlisle answers my question.

"He admitted that his wife loved watching her husband beat her son to near death."


Yeah. That's all for right now... I'm sorry! But I'm writing future chapters and one chapter was over by 25 fucking words! I've it down by 21, so it's 154... but I'm standing firm.

Kitkat, all the words are abbreviated... shit!

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