Francesca swore under her breath.
It was probably the second or third time Jonas had ever heard her swear and even if she didn’t look like someone had just given her awful news, Jonas would have guessed that something was wrong.
She stood up, and the crying girl and her friend stopped talking and looked at her as if they had not noticed she was even there before now.
Jonas wanted to intervene because he had no idea what Francesca was about to say or do, but he had a feeling it would make things worse. She seemed completely oblivious sometimes, and he did not think the idea of comforting a crying teenager was something she would even consider.
“I killed a fox in the forest earlier. It was badly injured, I thought that it was the kindest thing to do; I’m very sorry if it was your pet.”
