Elizabeth’s mother was already at the restaurant when they arrived. She remained sat at the table, smiling genuinely at her daughter and a little more reservedly at Sawyer.
He hadn’t known what to expect; all he knew was that she was German and she was a consultant neurologist. He found it a little embarrassing when he realised he had never really pressed Elizabeth and she hadn’t ever opened up to him about her parents. It made him acutely aware of how much he and Elizabeth had to learn about each other.
He would have known without prompting that the middle-aged woman sat at the table in front of them was related to Elizabeth. She had the same pale skin and auburn hair, though her eyes were a shade of slate grey rather than the unusual vivid shade of blue that Elizabeth had inherited fro
