When I was a teenager – it was a long time ago – um… I slept with my brother. I’m sorry. God, I’m sorry to have to tell you this. Oh, it’s horrible. I’m sorry. He’s Dylan’s father. Norma, you were young. It was a mistake. Mistake? It was not a mistake. It was a way of life. It happened for years. I loved him. Our home life was a torture, and we were all we had. I finally tried to stop it, and he got really upset and he raped me. You know how horrible it is to be raped by someone you love? And I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. But I don’t hate him enough to hurt him. And it’s a mess because I don’t know if part of why I hate Caleb so much is because I hate myself. So now you know who you’re married to. And I should have told you before, but I’ve never loved anyone enough to feel obligated to be honest with them. And… it sucks. It sucks because I can’t hide. And I want to, but I can’t. And Chick found out. He met Caleb when he was up at the farm working with Dylan. He just figured it out. And he has issues with my brother, and he was trying to find him, and he hold me that if I didn’t help him that he would tell you all of this, that he would spread it around town, and that he would humiliate you. So – I don’t know. Just go pack your bag.