Elizabeth stayed sat on Sawyer’s lap, and he stroked her hair affectionately as she rested her head on his chest. It was relaxing, and they were comfortable sat that way together. Neither of them cared that there was work they could be doing.
They were silent for a while, with Elizabeth curled up contentedly with her arms around Sawyer as if they were in their own private world. They didn’t even move when Elle came back into the room, making a show of going over to the desk and making notes in the red leather journal that was beside the family tree.
“I take it we aren’t friends anymore,” Sawyer didn’t turn to look at Elle, and he continued stroking Elizabeth’s hair as if he was stroking Lily’s fur.
She didn’t answer at first, but eventually the angry scratching of pen against paper subs
