Francesca sat down at the distinctive kitchen table again.
She was still tense, and she didn’t feel comfortable enough to let her guard down.
“You didn’t have to make this. I don’t have much of an appetite.”
“I wanted to. Karoline told me that’s part of your problem- you haven’t been eating properly or taking care of yourself.”
Francesca rolled her eyes.
“I had other things on my mind; I didn’t have anybody left to support me.”
“Well… you do now.”
Francesca pushed the half-finished dish away from her. She knew that it was childish of her to reject something he had done because he cared, but she didn’t really care.
“Because it wouldn’t just be me you were abandoning this time?”
Jonas flinched at the pointed question. He hadn't had the chance to explain himself and she still thought
