In this scenario Jethro is the one who tells Cheryl about Judd's betrayal. It is written from Cheryl's POV, and carries on further than the others, with her calling Judd to hear from him if it's true.

Cheryl waited for the guard to open the door for her so she could enter the visitor's room. Every time she went in there, she was torn between elation about seeing one of her loved ones, and despair because they would leave again, and she would stay behind, returning to her cell for the rest of the day, week, month.

She took a deep breath and entered. Jethro was sitting at the table, looking uncomfortable, nervous even. An unusual sight, Cheryl thought.

"Hi love," she said as she kissed him on the cheek.

"Mum", Jethro answered, his hand briefly touching her shoulder. She sat down opposite him, briefly glancing across the room to check out who else was in the visitor's room.

"How are things?"

"Good", Jethro said, avoiding her look. His shoulders were hunched up, his body tense.

"What's going on, Jethro?" Cheryl fixed her eyes on him, studying his face for a moment and noticing that he looked older than usual. "Something's up. You better tell me what's going on." Cheryl had spent enough time inside to know when something was up. She had become very sensitive to her visitor's moods, picking up the slightest vibes.

Jethro shifted in his chair. He shook his head.

"There is something you need to know, Mum", he said. "I wish it wasn't me to tell you. But the person who should tell you is too much of a coward."

He looked into her eyes. Cheryl tried to think of a possible scenario of what Jethro was about to tell her. She couldn't think of anything that would be dramatic enough for him to be talking like this. Was he just being a drama queen to get her attention?

"It's about Judd", he started.

Cheryl felt the blood drain from her face.

"What...has something happened to him?"

Her heart was racing.

"No, he's fine. It's about what he has done", Jethro was squirming.

Cheryl jumped to her feet.

"Don't fuck with me, Jethro, just tell me!"

A guard approached unobtrusively. Cheryl sat down again, her eyes on her son.

"Mum, Judd has betrayed you. He's cheated on you."

Hot flushes of adrenaline flooded Cheryl's body.

"What?"

Jethro took one of her hands.

"Judd's slept with someone... someone you know. He slept with Pascalle."
A piercing pain entered the back of her head as if someone was pushing a dagger in. It couldn't be true. It was a lie.

"No, he wouldn't", she said. "She wouldn't."

Jethro's eyes told her that it was the truth.

"They did, Mum, they did. I'm so sorry." He grabbed her other hand and squeezed it.

The pain in her head made her sick. She closed her eyes. Everything around her started to spin.

"Mum, I'm sorry. He's a bastard. He doesn't deserve you", Jethro said, clearly at a loss of what to say to her. She stared at him for a while before lifting her hand to her mouth.

"I feel sick", she said. "I need to go."

She stood up, holding on to the chair for a moment before stumbling towards the door.

"Mum...", Jethro said, following her, grabbing her arm.

She turned around, her eyes bewildered and blank at the same time.

"I gotta go, Jethro."

He wanted to pull her into a hug but the guard pushed in between them.

"You need to sit down, sir. You can't follow her."

Cheryl just made it into her cell, covering her mouth but she didn't quite make it to the toilet. Vomit spluttered all over the floor. She held on to the walls of her cell, wretching over the toilet bowl until she felt she could stand no longer. She slid down and ended on the floor, her face covered in cold sweat.

A guard came in with a bucket and a mop.

"Are you okay?"

She ignored him. He shrugged his shoulders and cleaned up her mess. As he left, he pulled Cheryl up by the arm and helped her onto the bed.

She sat without moving, breathing slowly to control the urge to vomit again. A thousand thoughts raced through her head, and the throb in her head returned each time she heard Jethro's voice saying "he slept with Pascalle".

It was so bizarre that if she was an outsider she would laugh out loud at this ridiculous thought. She wanted to scream and yell and cry at the same time. But the threat of being sick again kept her in control. She slowly lowered herself into a horizontal position on her bed, resting her head on the pillow. When she closed her eyes, the stabbing feeling in her head became unbearable, so she opened them again, staring at the picture of him and her on the wall. No sound could express the pain of being ripped apart from inside. The silence in her cell was so profound that anyone who would have entered would have found it eerie.

She dialed his number. Under no circumstances did she want to talk to Pascalle. She wasn't ready to consider that Pascalle may have had anything to do with it. It was bad enough that Judd had betrayed her but the thought that her own daughter was involved was too painful. Thirty minutes ago her life was still manageable, stressful, but under control. It had all changed with a few words.

She was ready to hang up when someone answered the phone.

"Hello?" Hearing his voice brought on a new bout of nausea, and she struggled for a moment to fight the sudden sickness in her stomach.

"Hello?" he said again.

"Tell me that it is a fucking lie", she said, her voice calm and controlled, her insides on the brink of hysteria.

He took a big breath, and she could picture him standing by the kitchen bench, his eyes closed for a minute, his forehead in a frown.

"It isn't. It's true", he said.

The world came crashing down on her. It was too much to bear, ripping her open, exposing her heart, tormenting her soul. She had landed in hell, and the fire was consuming her slowly and painfully to make her suffer more.

She hung up and stared at the floor. Her brain failed to process the flurry of thoughts in her head, and shut down, and for a moment, she experienced a reassuring numbness as if she'd fallen into a pool of cottonwool. But the numbness made it difficult to breathe, the cottonwool around her had swallowed up all the air, and she was left with the remainder, sucking it in desperately.

Then, out of the blue, the numbness disappeared as quickly as it came. Cheryl bent over on her bed, holding her stomach, writhing in pain. There was nothing left but pain and when, finally, a wail broke the eerie silence, it came from the darkest place within her, a sound so chilling that even the most hardened criminal would feel pity with her.