My drive to the McCall's home is quiet with wild sentiments galloping through my mind. I can't help but worry about Jerol. I don't want to see him that way. I don't want a drunkard for a husband. I want to understand him but not to this degree. I want to ease all his pains brought about by this, but how can I if he doesn't want to tell me what he is feeling?

I am even afraid of his reaction when he learns that the baby Ellie is expecting is not his. He will be torn. How will I even tell him?

We Park at the parking lot, and...