Hearing this, Calaway rushed outside, back into the summer heat, and tried to calm the panic that threatened to overtake him. What sort of hold did this Sully character have over her, anyway? Why did she let him speak to her as he did?
Just what the hell was going on?
He found her on the riverbank, sitting in the cool grass, and took in a sharp, sudden breath.
She was crying.
"Hey, what's all this?" He knelt next to her, thinking he might wipe her tears away, but she would not turn to look at him. "Folks are looking for you, sweetie, and they're liable to think it's me who made you cry."
Annalee sniffled, wiped at the tears that stained her cheeks, but still refused to look his way. "You know all that stuff you said about all the things I did before? How it was all in the past and it didn't matter anymore?"
"Sure I do. And I meant it."
"It's not true."
She was scaring him now. Scaring him terribly. "I don't understand. Annalee--"
"I need you to go and get Molly. Please."
"Molly?" He felt dumb and helpless, unable to do anything more than repeat her words back to her, but when she finally turned to face him and he saw her chalk-white pallor and the fear in her teary eyes, the panic in his heart gave way to full-blown terror.
"I'm pregnant, John," she whispered.
What? What did she say?
"Already?" he blurted, and hated himself in an instant.
"I think I'm losing the baby."