Elizabeth ordered in food then slunk back upstairs to change the bedsheets and tidy the bedroom up a little now that Francesca was up. She found that Francesca had gone through the wardrobe and thrown several of her brother’s shirts on the bed before she found the oversized shirt she was wearing as a kind of tunic when she came downstairs.
She put the shirts back, then sighed as she remembered her own clothes were still in the suitcase downstairs; she’d been living out of that, afraid to try and find a place for her things. She couldn’t keep sleeping on the couch forever, but Francesca was still too injured to expect her to do that. For a moment she wondered if she should just go back to her place.
She sat down on the bed, holding the last of his shirts in her hands and sighing as she
