By the time I get to Edward's room I am hot, sweaty and tired so as I pull the key hard through the slot I decide to take a shower. When I step inside the first thing that hits me is that the room is dark. All the blinds and curtains have been pulled closed. When I turn on the lights I gasp because Edward is sitting in the chair silently waiting. A number of charcoal drawings are scattered in front of him. There is charcoal smeared on his hands and arms, left cheek and his chest.
"You scared the hell out of me," I gasp. "What are you doing here?"
"Where have you been?" he demands. "Why haven't you answered my calls?"