Edith lingered long after Thomas had fled and instead stared up at the portrait of his mother, where he had been looking. The woman was harsh and severe in her features and the ring that adorned her finger now adorned Edith's own. A chill went down her spine and could swear that she heard piano music faintly from above her.
Her heart starting to race, Edith decided it was better to stay with Thomas and she rushed to follow him to the hallway to gather her things.