Sofie quickly hid the knife as she fumbled her papers, slipping it into the pocket of her coat. "Of course, I'm so so so sorry yet again, Edward." She shrugged off her coat and carefully laid it on the dresser, making sure to grab a dirty piece of fabric that had been left behind by the bathroom door. She walked over to the sink and rinsed the dust and black splotches off of the coarse material as she kneeled on the floor and started to scrub. The smell of lemon spray, the gleam of the white tiles and the scratch of the cloth against her palm reminded her of something...something she'd rather not experience again. She closed her eyes and squeezed them tight, taking in quick deep breaths. Her hands stilled on the cloth and she sunk down deeper onto the tiles. Sofie had to compose herself or he would know that something was wrong with her. She didn't know what to say, as she was not one for words and everything about the moment made her want to crawl into the corner and give up, crying. Sofie licked her dry lips and ran them between her straight, white teeth. What could she say?