Bess slowly crept toward her husband, pulling Brian closer to her chest, her hand covering the back of his head. Was that a chair smashed on the ground? Were those picture frames fallen and shattered all around it? A fast terror grew inside her chest and Bess stopped her approach, instinctively turning the baby away from this mess.
"What the hell happened!" she let out, not bothering to answer his question, her voice ringing in the silence of the flat. Silence. Bess' mind whirled with worry; Penny would've been out here in an instant if she'd heard the crash the chair must have caused. Where was she?
Maybe it wouldn't be a good idea to bring her up at the moment, though, because that meant more lies, and Drystan was already in a questioning mode. Maybe he'd even found out, but Bess was much to concerned about the state he seemed to be in to care about keeping secrets, "What were you thinking!"
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