Karoline was still staring at Francesca, and the two women were sitting in silence for a while before Francesca finally pushed the rustic wooden chair back from the table so that it scraped loudly against the cold stone floor of the kitchen.
She left the untouched cup of coffee and returned to the sterile pseudo-hospital room.
That was the closest thing she had to her own space, and she was too dejected by the way her day had gone to continue sitting in the kitchen with Karoline.
It reminded her of when she was a child.
She had to retreat to her room like this all the time when she had upset her father, and she hated being reminded of that part of her life.
At least there was plenty to do in her childhood bedroom. She was trapped with her thoughts here because she didn’t understand a
