“I’m worried about Elizabeth.”
Francesca was in her room preparing to teach people in the morning. She didn’t look up when Sawyer closed the door to speak to her privately.
“Is there a reason you are telling me this rather than talking to her? I am entirely the wrong person to come to for any sort of relationship advice, you must know that. And I am sure you can see that I am busy.”
“Please, Francesca. You must have seen what I am talking about yourself. I don’t know what to do.”
“Of course I have noticed,” she still didn’t look up from what she was doing, “but I don’t know what you think I can do about it.”
Sawyer leaned against the wall next to her desk, staring down at his sister as she worked, and made every effort to ignore him. Eventually she looked up at him, irritated that he
