“Sawyer?”
She had meant to ask him something else but when she sat up to speak her head hurt again and she couldn’t remember what it was.
“Are you feeling OK? I shouldn’t have told you this yet, should I?”
“I had to find out eventually.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Does this change the way you see me?”
“I don’t know.”
He was slightly hurt by her response, but she didn’t seem to notice. He had been honest with her when she had asked the same question, and she had been honest with him. He usually spoke more openly than she did and there was no reason for him to expect now to be any different. He just wished Elizabeth had realised he needed reassuring as much as she did that they were still the same people they had been before they knew this.
He moved from beside her, wanti
