He paused, then looked her in the eye with unbearable pain. "I killed my parents."
Primrose was taken aback. She didn't say anything, not even blink. Her reaction was just as bad as when Edmund first told her that his first kill happened when he was only four years old.
That kind of reaction made Edmund panic, convincing him even more that he was a monster and that his wife must hate him.
[I should go. I should go before she says it out loud.]
"Stay …" Primrose whispered urgently, snapping out of her shock. She reached out with trembling hands and grabbed his shoulders, holding him in place. "Stay here. Don't you dare run away from me again!"
"Did … did you not hear what I just said?" Edmund's voice shook, hesitant, like he couldn't believe she hadn't already turned her back on him.
"I heard you." Her grip on him tightened. "I heard you, Edmund. Loud and clear."
