“Where the f**k is Jonas?”
Francesca stared blankly at Karoline the same way she had done every time the older woman approached her for the past couple of weeks.
It was the same routine: she would ask where Jonas was, Karoline would tell her that she couldn’t answer that while insisting he was safe and that he would be back for her.
The rest of the interaction would be particularly tense and uncomfortable as Karoline tried to offer medical assistance and Francesca reluctantly accepted it.
“I don’t know where he is. Please hold out your arm, I need to take a blood sample..”
Francesca folded her arms across her chest.
“No. I’m not doing this anymore; not until I know the truth.”
Karoline sighed and rubbed her temples.
“If you don’t want my help that is fine; you can leave after you h
