Elizabeth avoided looking at Sawyer when he drew open the curtain so that he could sit on the edge of the bed.
She had felt stupid as soon as she closed it, but she was too embarrassed to come back out again when everyone else was having a serious discussion without her and she had just stormed off like a teenager.
The others had left her alone with Sawyer a few minutes ago, and she had been dreading him coming to speak to her like this because she had no excuse for her behaviour and she knew that it was ridiculous to react so dramatically.
She shifted a little further away from him, making herself smaller in the corner of the bed.
“I suppose you have come to tell me I humiliated myself and that I should feel ashamed of running away and hiding like this? I really don’t need to be told
