Regina felt raw anger course through her veins like an angry viper as she stood in front of her husband's bedroom, fuming. She couldn't believe that he had just asked her to go and hug a pillow as if she meant nothing to him.
Something was up and Regina could feel it in her bone. Amelia must have said or shown something to her father prompting his awkward behavior.
"I have to do something." Regina echoed in her thoughts as she turned around and hurried to her bedroom.
Closing the door behind her, she quickly retrieved her phone from her bed and dialed Matt's number.
"What are you doing calling me at this hour? Aren't you supposed to be with your husband getting information?" Matt demanded in a caustic voice from the other end.
Regina could pick up the sound of a booming rock band coming from the background. This simply meant Matt hadn't returned home.
"Where are you?"