Elizabeth didn’t seem to notice when Sawyer crawled back into bed beside her.
It stung him a little that she did’t move up close to him the way she had done earlier; it made him feel like that brief moment of private and comfortable intimacy had bee taken from them and things were back to the same way they had been before.
He tried hard not to blame his sister for it.
This wasn’t Francesca’s fault, and he thought there was at least a chance that Oskar may have calmed down and decided to be reasonable about this in the morning.
It seemed so cruel to offer the help she needed only if she was left there alone, and he could only think of the less savory motives for doing something like that.
Even though he thought it was highly unlikely Jonas had done something to deeply offend his
