She glanced away, trying to move past him. Samuel caught her arm, he said, "No, I scheduled the surgery for tomorrow. But first, change your clothes, Eli, we need to go over to Grandpa's."

Eliana felt dazed again, her mind stuck on "surgery scheduled for tomorrow." Tomorrow? So soon? She had come back home, taken the initiative to talk to him, even called him. Yet how could he not see that she actually wanted to make their marriage work and have this baby? Why couldn't he ...