"What? Are you sick again?" She asked like a pissed off princess but in black. Her sister wasn't a girly girl.

"I'm just fine." But now she wasn't. Because he wasn't there.

"Where did he go?" Ellie was sure they wouldn't tell her a thing. "Did he die?" She could barely hear her own words and she shut her eyes tight not sure she even wanted the answer.

"No." The nurse looked at her as if she'd lost it. "You're one who told me you were his wife, when you weren't."

"No," Ellie found herself caught in a lie that was just multiplying. "It wasn't me."

"I don't think they sent him to jail after all he'd been through. Especially, when he doesn't remember anything."

"Nothing?" Ellie looked at the woman blankly. "They took pity on him. After all, he's in rehabilitation."

"Where?" Couldn't she get a real answer out of this nurse who she thought had liked her at one point.

"Why should I tell you?" The nurse stared at her, a bit peeved.

"Because I'm having his baby!" Ellie found herself pleading. "You have to tell me something!"

"All I know, he went back to Omaha to be with his family."

"Omaha?" Ellie found herself smiling. She just lived on the outskirts of the city, herself. Her mother did, and that's where she was going. She would find him. She had too.