Linda stirred in her seat as the car pulled into the driveway. "What happened?"
"You nodded off. Did you stay up all night again?" Miss Fine asked her.
"No..." she protested.
"Well, I hope your brother is feeling better," she told Linda. "Don't forget your bag." She said, gesturing to the bookbag at Linda's feet.
She blinked a few times, confused, and headed toward the door. She seemed a bit...disoriented.
Rebecca Fine watched her for a while. Linda's hair had been cut short, and she was wearing a t-shirt advertising a video game. It had been a most productive day.
