Nonstop by Becca Jameson

Author:Becca Jameson [Jameson, Becca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Becca Jameson Publishing

Chapter 16

Bex slept all afternoon, most of the night, and half of Sunday. She was drained as if she were recovering from an illness. She woke up in a cold sweat sometimes, but surprisingly not as dramatically as she’d grown accustomed to. She might gasp, but she quickly realized where she was and didn’t succumb to a full panic.

Bracken was amazing. He treated her like spun gold. She wasn’t sure how she could have done any of this without him. If she hadn’t met him, she probably would have spent the past five weeks curled up in a ball in her condo slowly withering away.

Bracken also didn’t ask her to talk about it. He never mentioned what she’d told him at all, which she was grateful for. She really didn’t want to discuss it again yet.

On Tuesday she saw Dr. Rawlins again. This visit was far less stressful. They discussed coping strategies and Dr. Rawlins reiterated that nothing that happened had been Bex’s fault. Intellectually, she understood this. It was logical. It didn’t keep her from running down a series of what-ifs.

Likewise, she applied those same what-ifs to what happened to Christa. What if Bex had stayed in the back of the plane and Christa had gone to get the air marshal? What if Bex had tried to fight the guy? What if Bex had screamed louder?

So many questions. None of them answerable. None of them mattered. What was done was done. Thank God Christa lived through the incident and appeared to be emotionally recovering faster than Bex.

Bex had yet to tell her boss or any of her friends that she wouldn’t be returning to work. Hell, she had yet to completely internalize this concept herself.

Bracken set a hand on Bex’s shoulder, capturing her attention. She was sitting in the corner of his couch, staring into space, thinking. She hadn’t noticed that the sun had gone down and it had grown dark in the room and she was sitting in dim lighting.

Bracken slid onto the sofa next to her. “You okay?”

She sighed. “I was just thinking about what the hell I’m going to do next. I feel panicky every time I picture myself working for Open Skies. On the one hand, it seems incomprehensible. On the other hand, I shouldn’t quit my job until I have another one lined up. I need to suck it up and get back on the plane.”

She shuddered. Who was she kidding?

“Don’t beat yourself up over the job. If you’re not feeling it, take a few more weeks off or give your notice.”

She glanced at her hands, wringing her fingers together. “I feel like a failure.”

He grabbed her hands and squeezed. “You’re not a failure. People quit their jobs every day.”

“Not because they can’t emotionally handle returning.” She groaned.

“Sure, they do. You’re not the first person to suffer a traumatic experience and not return to the place where it happened.”

He had a point. “I can’t just sit on your couch for weeks on end not working.

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