“We’ll be back soon.”
Francesca gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. She didn’t take her eyes off the road, and Jonas knew she had chosen to ignore him.
It wasn’t about how long it had taken them to get there.
The sun had risen a couple of hours ago and she was aware they were nearly there because they had passed a sign for the campground and he had pointed it out to her then.
“Then you are running out of time to chastise me for ignoring things we have both avoided talking about.”
“I’m not going to chastise you, but I have been thinking about this and I want to talk to your brother. I think it would be better coming from me; the pair of you are likely to argue and I don’t think that will be good for anybody. If I speak to him I think he might take it a little better.”
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