Lena had been watching her wife drive for almost four hours and she couldn't help but notice how Stef's speed kept fluctuating. She was either driving very fast one minute or very slow the next, which just lead Lena to believe that her wife's mind was elsewhere. And even though she couldn't blame her, she knew that Stef shouldn't be behind the wheel like this. "Stef, why don't we switch for a while?"

"What? Why?" Stef asked angrily as if she didn't like the fact that Lena was practically insulting her driving.

"Because you keep blanking out," Lena said in the calmest voice she could muster.

Stef stared back at the road and after a few seconds of deliberation, she pulled over at her wife's request. But even though she took her advice, Lena could feel Stef's tension rise even more as she unbuckled her seatbelt and threw it over her body so hard that Lena thought it cracked the windshield when it collided with it.

Lena sighed as she heard Stef flick open the door handle and throw the car door open. She barely made eye contact with her blonde counterpart as she watched her walk over toward the passenger-side of the car. Lena noticed Stef waiting impatiently with her arms crossed over her chest as she watched Lena get out.

After Stef sat in the car, Lena slightly flinched before opening the driver-side door when she heard the blonde slam her's shut. But rather than get mad and address it, she kept quiet and got into the car, knowing that Stef would eventually say what she had to say with time. It wasn't like Stef to keep quiet for long and not voice her opinion.

Her hypothesis proved to be true when Stef finally opened her mouth, "I could've handled driving, Lena. You completely overreacted."

I completely overreacted? Lena questioned in her mind. But she also knew that questioning Stef would just lead to some ginormous argument that neither woman would win. So she decided to take the high road and to diffuse the situation with her wife, before it got a chance to get ugly. She of all people knew that sometimes it was best to say nothing, and that was the only way to actually win an argument. Once one person stops arguing, the entire debate falls short and everyone calms down. "I know, Stef. We're both a little tired and I think we both need to relax a little before we see Callie."

Stef let out a frustrated sigh at the mention of the girl's name. She didn't even want to think about the confrontation, because it just angered her even more. The fact that Callie ran away wasn't even what made Stef's blood boil the most, even though it did add fuel to the fire.

What was worse was the confusion that came along with it. "I just don't understand it, Lena. Why would she do something like this? If she didn't want to get adopted, why didn't she just say something yesterday when we asked her?"

"Why do you think?" Lena asked her wife. Although she wasn't entirely convinced that Callie didn't want to be adopted, she knew that if she did agree to it because she felt compelled to, she did it because of Jude. "I told her that we weren't going to split them up again… So maybe she thought that if she said no, we wouldn't adopt Jude."

"That's ridiculous," Stef answered flabbergasted, but even Stef knew, that it could have very well been what was going through Callie's mind. That girl was constantly putting her brother before her, but then why would she leave him? More importantly, why didn't Stef go with her gut yesterday? "What's even more ridiculous is that I knew that something was wrong with her last night. I sensed that she wasn't herself and I said nothing, Lena" Stef said in a defeated voice. "If I would've just asked her then…"

"Don't do that to yourself, Stef. You'll drive yourself crazy. Callie made her decision and she made it without us. There wasn't anything that we could've said or done that would've changed her mind. She didn't give us any inclination that she was unhappy about the adoption. So let's not jump to any conclusions so soon. Maybe this has nothing to do with the adoption. Maybe this is about Callie."

"What else could this have to do with, Lena?" Stef practically yelled.

"I don't know, Stef!" Lena yelled and let out a sigh, once she realized her attempt to be the rational one here had gone forgotten. "…That's why we're driving all the way over here to find out, right? So, can we agree? That we won't blame ourselves until we really know everything that's going on?"

"How can you be so calm about all of this?" Stef asked in disbelief.

"Somebody has to be," Lena mumbled as she kept her eyes focused on the road ahead of her.

At that exact moment, Callie's cell-phone began to ring, so Stef immediately grabbed it from the coffee cup-holder and answered it before it rang got a chance to ring a second time, "Hello?"

"Stef, it's Wyatt."

"I know, Wyatt," Stef rolled her eyes and tried not to sound so impatient. "Are you still with Callie?

"Yes. We're at the motel in Room 203."

"Alright, thanks. We should be there soon," Stef mumbled as she hung up the phone and threw it back into the cup-holder.

"Okay," Wyatt answered before he hung up.

Callie sat on the bed as she opened a bag of Fritos and saw Wyatt come out of the bathroom, just as he shoved his phone into his back pocket, "Who were you talking to?" Callie asked.

Honestly, she didn't really care. It's not like she would be jealous if she found out he was talking to another girl or anything. But she was on the run, and that fact alone made her nervous enough.

"Oh, just my mom. She made me promise to call her as soon as I got here. You know how moms are, I guess," he smiled until he saw Callie's face go blank.

"Not really," she answered as she shoved another chip into her mouth. Just as Wyatt was about to apologize for being insensitive, Callie smiled, "You're making it too easy for me, Wyatt."