“Well, the instructor for one of my classes left and I will have to wait until next semester to take it, so I just am taking a semester off,” he said. “I came home to help my dad out.”
“Oh.” Deborah smiles and held on to Derek’s hand. “I am glad you were here today.”
He put her arm around Bridget. “I am glad you are here too, Angela.” He paused a moment and then frowned. “Or do you want me to call you Bridget?”
Deborah thought for a minute. She had been used to going by Alison Murphy the past five months, but inside she was still the same woman who was victimized by the terrorist. Actually Alison was fighting back while Deborah was cowering in the cab of her truck letting the terrorist drive it into a school. “I’d better stick to being Alison. People might ask questions.”