Francesca sighed deeply and looked at her arm again.
She had removed the tube impulsively because it was irritating her and it was an inconvenience, and now she realized that she needed to do as she was told if she expected Karoline to continue to help her.
She wasn’t used to doing what other people dictated, and she had been so desperate for the physical and emotional connection she still craved that she hadn’t thought about what she was doing.
“Francesca…”
She had not responded to Jonas, yet.
She didn’t know what to say.
He was right: she wanted Karoline to help her because she knew that she needed help. She would not have gone there alone, but now that she was here and this woman knew that she was injured there was no point in pretending things were fine.
“I know you’re right,
