Elizabeth looked towards the living room as she noticed it was conspicuously silent.
She had no idea what was going on between Francesca and Jonas, but after the things they had been saying before she left the room it did not seem as if silence was likely to be a positive thing.
“They’re fine.”
She looked back at Sawyer when he spoke, and her eyes lingered on his for a moment until he reached out to touch her hand.
She pulled her hand away sharply, knocking the glass of water he had given her to replace the broken one from the table onto herself. A spray of water splashed the front of the sweater she was wearing before the rest spilled onto her and the glass landed on her lap. She pushed the chair back abruptly and stood up - an automatic reaction as the cold water began soaking into h
