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Home. The word echoed again in his head. Where was home? What was home? Could it be home when every dream he had there was gone? Much of what drew his heart there was now the same thing that was tearing it apart. He thought of her words. He had known Molly had been sick, but now he realized that his mother thought he knew more than that. He hunted until he found Molly’s letter that had been penned near the same time. He read it. She was trying to hint she was married. The sickness wasn’t the flu. It was more than that; that was obvious now. She wasn’t coming right out and saying she was morning sick, but she was trying so hard to have him understand. Why hadn’t she just said it? For a moment, bitterness and anger filled his heart. How could they just let him go on believing? How could Molly do this to him? Eli read more and more letters. The more he read, the more he realized it was his own fault. He was far away and the love he had for Molly and the dreams they had shared were the strings that still tied him back to what he had known. He hadn’t wanted to quit believing. It was easier to go on, ignoring the obvious. He was the one that couldn’t give up his dream. The tears started coming faster and faster. His emotions were a mixture of anger and sorrow. He could feel the turmoil in his heart. The love he felt for Molly was conflicting with the anger welling up from deep inside. Anger and love can’t exist freely together, and his emotions battled back and forth. He was reeling from this inner turmoil when Jim 34