Sawyer rested his hand on Elizabeth’s knee to get her attention.
She had convinced herself that Cordelia must have done something to intercept the note that Jonas had written for Francesca.
“Jonas is right. Cordelia doesn’t work this way, Elizabeth; switching heartfelt notes like that is too subtle to be her work. And she would want us to know it was her - she would not leave any shadow of a doubt that it was her handiwork and… that note is not in her handwriting. It looks like Jonas wrote it.”
Sawyer glanced up at the window, looking at Jonas and the older woman who had just shown up as they continued their conversation outside.
“But you believe him when he says he didn’t write this?”
“He loves Francesca; he didn’t write this.”
Elizabeth picked the letter up again and read through
