Chapter 5. Journey to Healing

Linda's POV

On the next flight that was supposed to take us to Iowa, I was quiet. I was doing a lot of thinking and I think Mitch had a clue about that because he did not make me talk.

Nor did he make me feel bad for not doing so.

I did not even eat any of the food that was served on the flight, I only drank some tea.

When we arrived, Mitch and I got off the plane and we walked in a comfortable silence after a few airport procedures. 

Then I broke the silence by asking, “How is Ben?” 

Mitch’s eyes lit up at the sound of my brother’s name. But I could tell that he was being a bit careful about how he would respond.

“He’s fine. We got a new car and if I’m being honest, he hates that I'm here for this week,” he explained.

“He’s been going on about getting this weird feeling since I told him about coming here for the conference,” he added.

I chuckled lightly. 

I knew my brother and remembered very well that when