Chapter 113: Coping

In her dream, her father was standing over her mother’s casket, pointing at Bella.  “You did this!” he screamed.  “She died because you broke her heart!”

She woke with a start, Luke dozing beside her.  “I need more as alcohol,” she muttered to herself, and she motioned to the flight attendant.

They landed in Philly, the second layover before the last leg in the eternity that was their journey to Alabama.  Waiting at the gate, Bella was restless.  “Do you want anything?  I can’t tell if I’m hungry or thirsty…maybe I need a magazine…I’ll be right back.”

Luke watched as she walked toward a shop down the concourse.  She returned with two Diet Pepsis, a bag of Jelly Bellys, and the latest issue of Vanity Fair.

“I got you a drink,” she said, handing it to him.  She sat and thumbed through the magazine without reading.  “How long to boarding?” she asked.