“Nathan…” Elizabeth turned back to him and say a look of mild concern on his face, presumably at her decision to use his first name.
“I’m not telling you what I was doing Elizabeth.”
“That’s not what I wanted to say. I just… I don’t know.”
She turned away from him again, retreating back upstairs alone.
She really hadn’t known what she wanted to say to him. There was so much to say, but he obviously needed more time to ground himself. He couldn’t be human right now, and she had to respect that.
She started working on her new book, losing track of time and eventually noticing from muffled sounds downstairs that Francesca was back. She wondered if he would leave her now, but when she stared out of the window for a while she didn’t see him leave.
She was like a child to them, and so she
