Jonas looked at Linnea with wide eyes as he held Francesca in his arms.
His voice cracked slightly when he repeated her answer.
“… no?”
The young woman shook her head.
“It’s not that I don’t want to help you, I just don’t think I can help someone like…” she waved her hand towards Francesca, “… well, like that…”
“Linnea, please… she isn’t a bad person, she just struggles to trust people, and…”
“… and I look like I am a medical expert to you? I don’t care whether she is an actual saint or evil incarnate - I cannot help this woman, and there is no point agreeing to let you keep hr here when we should be taking her to someone who might actually know what to do.”
Jonas felt the lump in his throat ease slightly. He had not really expected a teenager to know how to help him with this, bu
