Nate, whose very firm and rigid profile, rolled down the window and opened his lips slightly, "Get in the car."
Will Nate notice something because of my frequent morning sickness if I sit in the car?
Katie stood there, thinking.
Nate frowned and looked at her displeasedly, "Did you hear me?"
Katie's voice was as hoarse as in the morning, "I can go home in my car."
"We're not going home." Said Nate.
"Where are we going? Where's Jeff? Did you ask him not to come on purpose?" Said Katie.
"Go to the old house for dinner. Get in the car!" Said Nate.
Going to Anderson's old curtilage?
Katie sniffed her stuffy nose, and she felt so uncomfortable and groggy. Nate took her back to the old house once in the past few months.
Why would he take me there again when we were about to divorce? He
