I Want Answers. Give Them To Me!

The door opened to reveal Edna and I fought the urge to flinch at her appearance. She looked so small and weak. While better than earlier, her skin was still pale and the dark eye bags gave her eyes a tired expression. Her eyes, now a dull red, widened with worry when she discovered it was me and she feebly wrapped the black robe around her frail frame.

"May I come in?" I asked, tearing my gaze away from her sorry state. I couldn't bear to look at her knowing I was directly involved in her predicament. "I won't do anything, I promise. I just want to talk," I said it all in one breath.

Edna lowered her head and nodded, opening the door even wider to let me in.

She made sure to step as far away from me as she could while holding the door. I noticed her clutched grip on the handle.