Sawyer was not impressed by the way his sister responded, but he knew she would not open up to him if he was confrontational. She would see it as confirmation that he wasn’t able to process anything remotely stressful, and he hated feeling like she was moderating everything that he was allowed to know.
He looked her in the eyes, and noticed that it made her squirm, despite the fact she was sitting in the seat opposite him with a coffee table in between them; it was out of character, and he was a little concerned that she was so uncomfortable with him.
“Francesca, are you sure that everything is OK?...with you, I mean.”
Her brow creased in a mixture of confusion and mild irritation.
“Yes; I told you, I have morning sickness. I’m not the first person in the world to experience it, and it
