Elizabeth sat down on the couch in Sawyer’s old living room. She felt a little awkward remembering the last time they had been there together. It had been an enjoyable break from everything and something they had spoken about doing more often.
Francesca went out to get food leaving Elizabeth clumsily avoiding eye-contact with Jonas.
She had always liked him, and she had never felt uncomfortable around him before. Now that they were alone here like this she had no idea what to say.
“I’m sorry about your mother.”
Elizabeth smiled politely.
His accent seemed more pronounced, and she wondered if she just didn’t notice it most of the time of if it was for some other reason.
“I’m glad you’re talking to Francesca now. I think it says a lot that she came to you for help with something she c
