“We should get food.”
Sawyer stood up from the couch and held out his hand for Elizabeth to take.
She accepted, and let him help her up the way she had helped him earlier.
“I don’t think I want to eat now. I’ve got too much on my mind.”
“The photograph?”
“Yeah.”
“Does it bother you?”
“Not really,” she shrugged noncommittally, “it’s a part of who I am, it’s just… I guess it would have been different if she was stood with her arms around some guy. He was a wolf in that picture. She lived knowing about your kind for 27 years and she never told anybody. She just lived her life and did her best to give me a decent chance at being happy.”
“She did a pretty good job until I came along, from what I can see here.”
“She did. And he…he saw me as being like her. He didn’t give me a chance to
