“You should look around and see if you think it’s suitable to move here while I try and find my glasses.”
Sawyer held Elizabeth’s hands loosely and looked down at her.
The worry-lines across his forehead creased, and it gave away his concern before he said anything.
“Are you sure?”
“It’s fine. This place was my home for many years. There are going to be painful memories but I’m not going to break down and cry rummaging through my old desk, I promise.”
He let her hands go and she stood on her tip-toes to kiss his cheek before bounding upstairs.
He smiled as he watched her - it was like watching her morph into a younger version of herself because the way she hopped up the stairs with ease made it obvious she had done it thousands of times before.
He wanted to go after her, because he
