Elizabeth noticed that Sawyer had seen something out of the window before he told her that.
She had been watching him while he looked outside because she stood no chance of seeing anything herself and she knew that his body language would give her far more information than she could gather from squinting into the darkness.
“Who is it?”
He didn’t look away from the window to answer her, but she noticed that he looked at her reflection.
“Linnea. I can’t tell whether they have agreed to let her stay or not. She seemed to like she was in a hurry to leave, but she’s gone back to her room rather than running away.”
“Maybe we should go and ask? I don’t want to lose yet another night of sleep, I would rather talk about this now and get it over with.”
Sawyer turned from the window; he looked
