Jonas was hunched over the kitchen table scribbling notes on a pad of paper with a half-finished cup of black coffee next to him.
It was the cup Elizabeth had made for him when she came downstairs after she had decided to wake Sawyer up with a drink to surprise him.
She had no idea what he was working on, but it seemed like it was important and so she made the coffee without asking him if he wanted one and left it silently beside him before she went back upstairs.
The entire page was covered in notes now - at the top of the page they were written neatly in English and towards the bottom, they were in a scrawled mixture of English and Swedish.
Elizabeth tried to glance at what he was actually writing, but she couldn’t make out what he was so engrossed in.
Sawyer flicked the kettle on
