I struggle to get free from underneath my blankets and children. I haven’t heard from Edgar since our visit to the Beta camp, despite many calls and texts.
“No, it’s okay,” Edgar says, closing the door behind him and taking a few steps into the living room. “Don’t get up – I don’t mean to disturb you.”
I ignore him, pulling myself free and standing up. I take two steps towards him, but he puts out a hand to stop me. “Please, Evelyn,” he says softly.
“We’ll give you some space,” Victor says, standing up and putting out a hand for each of the boys.
“No, Sir,” Edgar says. “I’d like to speak with you as well, if you don’t mind.”
Frowning, Victor nods. “Boys, upstairs please. We need a moment of privacy.”
The boys, sensing that something is up, nod and head up the stairs, giving Edgar
