Her head hurt, her stomach was queasy, and she was stuck in The Bahamas with Dr. Jerk. After a few minutes of drowning her sorrows with a good muffled cry, she sat up and threw a blue-checkered pillow across the room. She had never been so humiliated in her whole life, except for that time when Roger had left her. First, to be tricked by Fritz, a man she would trust with her life! Then to get an anxiety attack on the plane, with the added fact of being fed drinks from some stranger who said she was only sipping soda after the first alcoholic drink, when in fact all her drinks had been laced with alcohol! She was too naive, but she should have known better. The man beside her had insisted on buying. He could have put anything into her drink when she wasn’t looking. But then on top of being stupid, she had to be placed in Dr. Clearbrook’s care? Well, that was too much for any woman to bear, let alone someone who worked with him. How could Fritz have deceived her into going to The Bahamas?
