Peter blinked at Maddy and instantly put his tea back down on the table. "Wait...wait, what?" he whispered, suddenly looking quite terrified.
"It's okay," Emma soothed, holding her hands out. Charlotte lifted the corner of her mouth as Emma immediately switched to Mom-tone. "Peter I have to admit that knowing you were safe here, William and I focused on our own children and-"
"It's okay," Peter said, waving his hands around yet again. "I'm no one's responsibility. Wh- what about the scars now?"
Charlotte sighed and ran her hands through her hair, "we've uhm...become aware of certain things in the last few years and we- We believe you. We believe what happened. The...demons."
"Shhhh!" Peter hissed, glancing around at his open kitchen window before relaxing again. "You can't just say that out loud in a mental health facility without making sure you're not overheard," he cautioned.