Elizabeth wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand and took a deep breath. She couldn’t face going back, particularly when it was so obvious she had been crying. She didn’t want to give anyone the chance to call her weak or make fun of her.
“Going back while I am still at risk of crying over something stupid will do more harm than good.”
“Suit yourself.”
Elizabeth expected Francesca to get up and leave but she stayed sat beside her, silently looking up at all the paintings on the wall which no doubt actually meant something to her.
“You’re not going back, either.”
“I don’t have any reason to be there. You have my brother, and everybody there sees you as the most important woman in this pack; to me it’s just a room full of people who are scared of me and three people I r
