Chapter ElevenAs he drove toward home, Bill Kelly looked over at his wife. Her expression was solemn and her eyes conveyed the message that worry had a hold on her. She was quiet, but words weren't always needed to someone who knew you so well. During dinner, the bustle of the restaurant had gone unnoticed as they obsessed about Lynn, with neither acknowledging the degree of their anxiety.
Bill touched Marion's hand and she smiled lovingly in return. The exchange was an almost involuntary action, evolved over a lifetime together, to convey silent reassurance in time of apprehension. Each knew what the other was doing and smiled at the efforts made by the other, but neither felt reassured.
They pulled into the driveway and Bill came around the car to open the door for his wife, as he had
