CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
Becca sat next to the window, and Eric slept in the aisle seat. Linda felt safe, sitting between two people she loved the most, in the entire world. Her sister held her left hand, and she clenched Eric with her right.
Becca tried to whisper but to Linda, her voice sounded loud and cutting. “What in god’s name were you doing down in Florida? Come on, you can tell me. I’m your sister and, in case you’re forgetting, I’m also a nurse. From what I can tell, there are no bumps on your head.”
Linda pouted, and rubbed her head. “Maybe it healed up.”
“Stop it. You’ve never lied in your life, and you’re not good at it now.” She leaned in closer, “If this guy, that I introduced you to, got you into trouble or gave you drugs, then I should know about it. Maybe I made a mistake a
