CHAPTER ELEVEN
Warm and safe, Linda sat on Eric’s couch next to a lodge-style, wooden coffee table. He had made her a cup of hot chocolate. “Marshmallows?”
“Of course,” she replied, watching him toss a handful into her cup. Earlier that evening, while Eric drove the two of them to his residence, she had filled him in on how her car had swept into the undercurrent and floated away, only to stop in a sinkhole. She described how she swam to the edge of what looked like a river, flowing rapidly down the road, and how a fireman had wheeled her to safety. Sharing the harrowing ordeal with Eric made the whole episode less intense and more like recounting a catastrophic soap opera.
The soothing and delicious cocoa calmed her nerves. “This is yummy, thanks.” Linda could tell this wasn’t your typ
