Wil
He couldn’t help but rant at Calvin during the car trip to the police station, about not thinking about the consequences of his actions. “It’s Marrin, I tell you.” Calvin had snapped from the back seat of the car. “Look at that damned book next to you, her handwriting is in it.”
“That is not proof, and I have nothing to compare it to either, so how would I know?” He’d muttered “Even if she is, by some miracle chance, Marrin, look at what you just did to the woman. Who was supposedly the love of your life? That’s how this town thinks of her and you, the perfect loving couple. I do believe the two of you were referred to as the Dream Couple of Houston. Now you’ve gone and attacked and threatened her, when seeing her for the first time. Seen to be a real good husband now aren't you.”
