The next few days were a blur. Leslie and Shelly moved out of the house and into a hotel. Leslie thanked goodness that Dean had agreed not to close their joint bank account. During the move, Leslie had managed to root out her old address book and contacted Katy, though she had heard nothing back; "Don't worry hon, we've got each other."
After things had a while to settle, Shelly began to wonder about the paternity of her new sibling. She often questioned why her mother had not spoken of her boyfriend, or why she hadn't seen him since. After Leslie had her ultrasound, Shelly finally had the courage to ask.
"Mom? How come the baby's dad isn't here?" Shelly asked as they walked out to the car. "Surely he'd want to know everything's ok."
"Shell, honey, Sheldon's a busy man…" Leslie winced as soon as the words came out of her mouth. For the second time that month, Shelly was stunned into silence. They both got into the car and drove home in silence, the poor teenager's head in utter turmoil. The twists in the winding road perfectly mirrored the confusion that Shelly was experiencing. It was only as they walked through the door of their suite that Shelly finally grasped the fact that her mother had seen her father, her real father, only three months ago. She sat down on the sofa with the same eerie calmness she had entered the room with. She hardly even noticed her mother sitting beside her, offering her a soda. She took it, set it down on the table in front of her, and continued staring into space, hoping this feeling of complete numbness would last for quite some time.