“Are you going to tell me what you were talking about? Or where we are going?” Francesca was clearly unhappy about being left out of the conversation with their father. Elizabeth felt slightly bad about it; she’d only left them there to take care of her. But there was no point worrying about that now, and she wanted to know the answer as badly as Francesca did.
“We just talked.”
“Ugh you are so frustrating when you’re dealing with him. You both end up posturing and it’s insufferable. Was that entire conversation seriously just the pair of you squaring off?”
He sighed, keeping his eyes on the road. They were driving somewhere – not the cabin – and their father was following them in his own car.
“There was nothing worth recounting.”
“Right, of course not. And I don’t suppose you will be
