Jonas stood silently and watched as Karoline moved around the room, searching for the supplies she needed.
For the most part his eyes were fixed on Francesca, looking for some sign that she was going to be OK. He knew enough that he was concerned she was seriously ill, but he didn’t know how bad the situation was and the fact Karoline was so intent on helping immediately was not reassuring.
Whenever he looked at Karoline he couldn’t stop himself from scrutinizing her. Her appearance was somehow hit him harder than the fact the children he had known were now grown adults. He had never imagined Karoline aging, even though it was obvious she hadn’t been frozen in time while he was gone.
He stepped backwards out of her way as she brushed past him to get to some unknown thing in a cold-look
