Kim entered the police station and looked around, hoping to see someone she knew. "Abe," she called out, as Abe Carver came into sight. He rushed over to her and gave her a hug.

"Are you okay?"

"No" was the real answer. She had barely slept the night before. She had spent the night alternating between worrying about Shane and comforting Andrew when he woke, screaming in terror, from his nightmares.

"I'm hanging in there," she said quietly.

Abe gave her a sympathetic glance. "If you need anything, let me know." He lowered his voice. "Roman told me about the security issues and the press. We'll keep a unit at the house for the near future."

"Thanks, Abe," Kim said. "It's good to have friends in high places."

"You're welcome. But let me know if you need any more security." He gave her a very serious look. "Shane's enemies are not your run-of-the-mill bad guys."

Thanks for the reminder, Kim thought. "I know, but I think we're okay right now. Bo's staying at the house for now, and the bodyguard Shane hired for Andrew has been great." She forced a smile. "And, hey, Shane will be out soon."

"He'd better," Abe growled. "This whole case smells. You need to know that the people of Salem don't believe a word of it. Shane's no traitor."

She knew he was referring to the morning news reports. As she had gotten dressed, she had watched a CNN report that said Shane would be charged with treason and espionage.

"You just keep your head up. People here know Shane. We know this whole thing's a crock."

"Thanks," she said, this time with a genuine smile. "Do you think I can see him? Mickey said it would be possible."

Abe nodded. "I'll take you there myself. It's . . . um, better just for you to go to the cell."

Kim wondered what that meant, but she let the thought go as she followed him through the station. Her heart was pounding nervously. She was so desperate to make sure Shane was okay. Abe led her through a maze of cubicles to a door she had never noticed before. A dark-suited man was sitting in a chair outside. Abe glared at the man as if daring him to try to stop them, but the man just quirked his head toward the door.

"I'll leave you here," Abe said as he opened it. "Just knock when you're ready to leave."

With a nod, she stepped hesitantly inside. Her own memories of prison came flooding back. I was innocent too, she thought.

"Kim!"

Just the sound of Shane's voice, the lilt of his accent as he said her name, made her flood with relief. She rushed forward until she reached his cell. He looked okay, if a little haggard. He was still wearing the dirty suit jacket and stained dress shirt he had on the day before.

For a moment, neither of them said a word. Shane stared at her, his dark eyes transfixed on hers.

"What are you doing here?" he asked in a soft voice tinged with what sounded like disbelief.

Kim reached out and touched his hand, which was clutching the prison bars. "I had to see you. I had to make sure you were okay."

He pulled his hand away and stepped away from the bars. "I . . . I didn't want you to see me like this." He ran his hands through his hair. "Not locked up like this."

"It doesn't matter, Shane. I know you're not guilty of anything, so who cares if it's here or in a visitor's room? All that matters is you're okay and we're going to beat this."

At that, she saw his shoulders tense and he flinched slightly. Then he turned and gave her a tender smile. "You're right. Thank you for coming."

Kim's heart chilled momentarily. He's not telling me something.But Shane changed the subject before she could ask him what was going on.

"Is Andrew okay?" he asked. He sounded guilty. "He . . . he shouldn't have had to see that."

She considered lying to him and claiming everything was okay, but Shane would see right through that. "He's struggling with it." She decided against mentioning how Andrew had said he hated Shane; that would only compound his guilt. "Bo and Roman spent time with him, and I think it helped." She did not know what they said to Andrew when they left the library the day before, but Andrew had returned subdued, but not as angry as before.

Kim, on the other hand, was still angry. "I haven't talked to Steve yet, but when I do . . . So help me. . . ."

"What about Steve?" Shane asked, looking decidedly confused.

"He's the one that talked. He told-"

"No, he didn't," Shane said. "Kayla said-"

"Kayla lied," Kim snapped. "She lied to me too, defended him. But Steve admitted to Roman that he told Jack." Her voice rose sharply. "He didn't give a damn about what would happen. He promised to keep the secret, and he broke that promise to get even with you."

Shane looked stunned. "No," he whispered, almost to himself. He shook his head. "He gave me his word." Looking back at her, he asked, "Are you absolutely sure?"

"Yes." Kim was certain. The fact that Kayla and Steve had not come to the house the night before only confirmed it in her mind. "He's the one. After everything you did for him. You saved his life and he turned on you."

She could see the anger rising in him. Shane's body tensed and he began to pace. His right hand formed a fist and he punched it against his left palm. "Damn him!" he shouted. "That bloody bastard."

He has every right to be furious, she thought as she repeated, "You saved his life."

Shane stopped pacing and just stared at the cell wall. "If it was just me . . . but Steve knows Andrew's in danger." He turned his head toward her and she could see the fury in his eyes. He seemed like he was fighting to control himself. "How could he bloody do that? And how could Kayla just lie to me about it?" He started pacing once more, his fist again pounding his hand. "I could kill him, Kim. I could bloody well kill him."

For several minutes, the only sounds in the cellblock were Shane footfalls and angry murmurs. He continued to shake his head angrily until Kim finally spoke.

"What does Mickey have to say?"

Shane came to a stop, and she knew it was bad news, but then he shook his head. "We won't really know until Monday. There are . . . there a lot of possibilities."

He's lying. But she knew it was because he did not want her worrying. She hated him for it - for thinking she could not handle the truth. But she loved him for it too - for wanting to protect her.

"Okay," she said. "If there's anything I can do to help with getting your bail. . . . They will give you bail, won't they?" That thought came out of nowhere. Could they keep him locked up?

"I'm sure they'll give me bail," Shane said. "And Mickey already knows what to liquidate to get what he needs. Even if it's a high amount, Mickey should have enough to cover a bond."

He fell silent and looked down at the floor. A few minutes passed before he stepped to the bars and gave her a sad, crooked smile. "Kim . . . these charges are serious. I could go to prison for a long time. You and Andrew. . . . I might not be able to be there for you."

His words echoed what he had told her when he was facing the trumped-up espionage charges after Victor and Emma conspired to get Shane arrested. He had told her that if he was convicted, she needed to go on and raise their baby without him. "Get on with your life," is what he had said.

"I don't have a life without you." She remembered her words. That was how she had responded. And no matter how much she had tried to convince herself otherwise over the past year, it was still true today.

She reached through the bars, took his hand in hers, and gave it a comforting squeeze. "We'll get through this, Shane," she said. "Together, we'll get through this."