Chapter 10: ErinErin rose and despite the pain in her ankle took a few steps away from Lisa. Should she have known that Cici, restless spirit that she was, wouldn’t be content to stay put? Even if it hadn’t been Paris, it could’ve been some city more geared toward the arts somewhere in the US. Yeah, but Erin could have gone with her then. True, but would she have?
Admit it, as much as you like the outdoors, an adventurer at heart you aren’t. Oh, she’d been hiking and rock climbing, biking and skiing, horseback riding and swimming, ice-skating, water-skiing, hell, any sport she’d ever been invited to or thought of, and she’d enjoyed most of them. But it had always been with the knowledge that she’d be safe at home at the end of the day, the weekend, the week-long trip. She turned back to L
