Francesca watched silently through a crack in the door as Sawyer stepped into the house out of the freezing cold.
She was surprised by how calm he looked, and she tossed the book she was still holding down onto the bed behind her, grabbed a sweater, and then emerged from the bedroom cautiously.
“I was just getting this,” she thrust the sweater towards her brother and then put it on as he looked at her in confusion. “It’s cold, I just needed a sweater…”
Sawyer wrinkled his brow at her strange behavior, then turned to Jonas in search of an explanation.
He looked just as confused by Francesca’s response, and it wasn’t reassuring to realize she really was acting strangely for no apparent reason.
“I’m not here to fight with you, if that’s what you are worried about.”
“I’m not worried. I j
