Edgar found himself easing up a bit as Amelia seemed to lighten up and joke around with him as they walked a bit from the house. He smiled even, though Edgar couldn’t help the edge of worry that sat in his gut. He stopped then, after a moment, and watched her face. Something was up, but he couldn’t tell what.
“Are you and Gideon getting married?” He joked a bit, shaking his head, running his hand through his hair. “Honestly, Mel, just tell me.”