Francesca curled up to sleep on the bunk, and Sawyer finally left her because he knew her well enough that he could see she was tired and in pain. He had enough information to think about now, anyway.
He was not sure what to think about anything she had said. He pitied her for the fact nobody had believed her, and he was angry that people who were supposed to respect her had tried to kill her, but he was still hurt by what she did to him and he had not forgiven her yet.
She had curled up and faced away from him, and she looked small and fragile but that just made him hurt more because he was convinced that she was trying to manipulate him.
“It will take us two days to get there if we take a couple of breaks. I thought the RV was a better idea than stopping at a hotel when we would have
