Foley
Foley was right, he knew Eddie's schedule perfectly well. Which meant he knew exactly when Foley would be taking him to nursery school for the day and about when the older boy should be back to his room, and he was fucking sick of this. He wouldn't talk to him over the journals, he wouldn't let him into his room, wouldn't let him see his god damned son? Fuck him, he wasn't getting a choice anymore. It only took a fraction of a second to ash the door, and he stooped to pick up the door knob from where it had fallen on his way in before dropping down onto the edge of Foley's bed to wait.