01x99 - Episode 99

[bunniefuu]

A man was just m*rder*d.

How can you be so calm?

The cover-up and the conspiracy

could get you charged
as accessories.

Eva's a snake.

Oh, Tomas.

Are you sure you...

I don't want to stop.

Eva's the last thing on my mind.

KAT:
If you want me, you can have me.

All of me.

Stay away from my entire family.

They come looking for me.

Then just say no, Bill!

Stop pushing us away, okay?

'Cause we're not going anywhere.

Looking real cute today.

Lord, give me strength.

So we're doing this?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

For starters,
you won't look me in the eye.

And ever since you saw me
with Derek, you're treating me

as if I ate the last cupcake

and licked the frosting
off yours, too.

Do not flatter yourself.

What you do with Derek--

or any other man,
for that matter--

is none of my business.

Look, I get it.
Breakups are hard.

Especially when you thought
he was the one.

You do not know the first thing
about Derek and me.

And for your information,
he's the last thing on my mind.

So why are you acting
so standoffish every time

-I enter the room, then?
-I am not acting anything.

But since you insist
on having this conversation,

I do find it interesting
how quickly you pounced on him.

-Pounced?
-Mm-hmm.

Listen, let's go there, then.

Yes, I think Derek is fine.

I never made a secret of that.

And God knows that man could
fill out a firefighter uniform.

And yes,
maybe I do like to sample

the vanilla side of the menu
every now and then.

But not right now.
We're just friends.

But since I see the situation's
got you all twisted,

for the sake of peace,
I'll fall back.

That's if you want me to.

You remember those
mother-daughter dinners

that we had at that
little buffet off MLK?

Oh, you mean when you taught
your master class

on maximizing that
buffet return on investment.

Um, "Start with
the expensive stuff first.

"Don't fill up on bread,

and never, ever waste
stomach space on lettuce."

Ooh! That's right, baby.

Mama taught you well, didn't I?

Why do I feel like
I'm about to get hustled?

Can't a mother reminisce?

A normal mother, maybe,

but you always have an angle.

Well...

now that you mention it...

Uh... [laughs]

So, I wanted
to ask you a little favor.

Yeah.

I know meeting
for an early dinner was my idea,

but would you mind
picking up the check?

I mean, consider it payback for

all those valuable life lessons.

♪ ♪

Talk about afternoon delight.

That was definitely
worth the wait.

Damn. You got dressed quicker
than my abuelita

when the pastor shows up
for dinner. What's the rush?

Um, just checking
my notifications blowing up.

A lot of stuff going on
with the business.

Ah. So, what you're saying is

you don't have time
to rumble in the jungle again.

That was everything I imagined
and then some. Better, actually.

It was definitely something.

I wanted your first time
to be perfect,

so I tried to make it special.

-Take it slow.
-Mm-hmm.

Was it okay? You can be honest.

It was...

...lovely.

The ball's in your court,
girlfriend.

You want me to lay off Derek?
Just say the word.

Do whatever you want.

O.M.G. Can you stop?

You can't sit here and tell me
you don't have feelings

for him like that. No one
just turns their emotions off

and on like a light switch.

What exactly
do you want from me, Shanice?

Do you want me
to tell you that I cry

into my wine glass every night?

That I can't sleep because

Derek's side of the bed
is too cold?

That I stalk his IG photos
like it's my job?

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint.

Okay, now
you're just being extra.

No, you know what's extra?

You acting like
you need my blessing.

If you want to date Derek,
go ahead, date him.

Plan your perfect wedding.
Name your future kids.

You could even pick out
your little china patterns.

You can ride off into the sunset

on Derek's big red firetruck,
sirens blaring,

have his whole department give
you the water cannon salute.

You know what?
I'll even get you a gift.

Oh, for someone
who's so over it,

you sure did paint that picture
with perfect detail.

I am over him. I've moved on.

You know what?
To tell you the truth,

there's more important things
for me to do

than to worry
about who Derek's taking

to the firehouse barbecue
these days.

Oh, like what?

Or should I say "like who"?

Okay. Nosy much?

Since when did you get
so involved in my personal life?

Since when did you become
so secretive about it?

Uh... Never mind.

Asked and answered.

For real, though,
what's really going on?

Look, I don't mind
paying for dinner,

but I feel like this is about
more than just the bill.

Talk to me, Mama.

If you must know,
waitressing gigs

have become harder to come by.

And what about that place
you were bartending?

I thought you were
k*lling it there.

Oh, honey,
I was k*lling it fierce.

Until they let me go.

Why?

The new management
wants a younger crowd,

which means a younger staff,

and I don't fit
their aesthetic anymore.

So, apparently,

they want anyone 35 and younger

mixing the drinks.

No way.
That's straight up ageism.

We should get a lawyer and sue.

[scoffs] With what money?

I'm living check to check, baby.

I mean, that is, when I get one.

Well, have you considered
applying for a bank loan?

Please. My credit is so low,

I need a prayer
and a GoFundMe for it.

Mama, why didn't you tell me
things were this tight?

We could've
figured something out.

No. I mean, maybe I was
embarrassed. I'm the mother.

I should be taking care of you,
not the other way around.

That is old-school thinking.

Okay? We're supposed to have
each other's backs.

Look, don't worry
about this, okay?

But, Mama,
what are you gonna do?

There has to be something.

You're right, baby.
There is something.

Or someone.

Love you.

-Hey, babe.
-Hey.

Damn. Was it that bad?

You know how some cases
you can tell right away

that it's gonna be
an uphill battle?

What happened?

Well, I went
to that address you found.

Thank you again
for tracking it down for me.

Of course, baby. What good
are police connections

if you don't use them?

I met June's sister, Regina.

Let me guess.
She wasn't feeling charitable.

That's putting it mildly.

Now, listen, I've dealt
with hostile witnesses,

angry clients,
grieving families.

But Regina...

That woman's walls are built
higher than Fort Knox.

And the second
I mentioned June's name,

it's like I threw
holy water on a vampire.

She couldn't have
slammed the door faster.

I'm sorry about that, baby.

But maybe it's time
to take the hint.

Take a beat, step back,

regroup, and revisit it later.

I can't do that.

June needs help,
and her sister knows something.

Which is why I slid my
business card under her door.

I practically begged her
to contact me.

Well, the way things are going,

don't get your hopes up.

Lovely?

That's what you say
about your auntie's potato salad

at the cookout.

Being that close to you,
it meant everything.

So, it was as good
for you as it was for me.

Um, you know, Chelsea's
gonna be back any minute,

and those deadlines are
not gonna meet themselves.

Facts. I should get
cleaned up and showered anyway.

I got to meet up with Caroline
to review some cases

since your Uncle Bill's been...

Well, preoccupied lately.

Oh, sh**t. My bad.

I can make myself scarce.

No, you're good.
Um, Tomas was just leaving.

Well, you two
seem to be back on track.

Did my girl handle her business?

Let Tomas know what's what?

Good.

Now, look at what I sketched
while getting my oat milk latte.

I was watching clips
of Bridgerton

and I got so inspired.

I mean,
just look at those pearls.

It's giving
Queen Charlotte realness, right?

[gasps]

Wait. Hold all the way up.

Did you...?

-Officially lost my V-card.
-What?

Cousin, finally.

Ladies. Afternoon.

Andre Richardson.

Looking expensive as always.

I'm just trying to keep up

with the fashionable ladies
of this town.

Oh. Well, I better go
make my rounds.

I've already been accused
of stealing one man today.

Wouldn't want Ashley to think

I'm making my way
through her little black book.

Black book?

Well, what brings
the great Andre Richardson

down from Mount Olympus
to mingle with us mere mortals?

Okay, can't a man
just want to brighten up

his afternoon
with a beautiful view?

Uh-huh.

Okay, seriously, though, uh,

an old friend of mine had
an appointment with Uncle Ted,

so I thought
I'd come by to say hi.

Although,
she texted me to cancel

just as I hit
the elevator, so...

Oh. Well, that's too bad.

You made this whole trip
for nothing.

No, I wouldn't say all of that.

-A friend, hmm?
-Mm-hmm.

Well, she must be
some gorgeous supermodel

that you shot in Milan
or someplace equally exotic.

Why do I feel like
there's more to that question?

Just making conversation.

That's what nurses do.

We're chatty.

Are they generally jealous, too?

-You wish.
-Maybe I do.

We could shave that dorsal hump,

but we need to maintain
the integrity of...

-[knock on door]
-[sighs]

Food. About time.

Hello, Teddy. Did you miss me?

If this is a bad time,
I can come back.

For you, it's always a bad time.

I deserve that.

I'm sure I'm the last person
that you want to see.

Especially right now, and after
that ugly incident with Nicole.

And yet, you're here. Again.

Yeah. Believe me,

I hate this
just as much as you do.

Yeah? Somehow, I doubt that.

Well, I didn't plan to spend
my afternoon like this, either.

But life has a way
of humbling you.

Just when you think
that you're on top,

well, next thing you know,
you are counting quarters

for coffee at the 7-Eleven
like a college student.

Oh, but you wouldn't know
anything about that.

You never had to worry about
keeping the lights on, did you?

What do you want, Dana?

We both know
this is not a social visit.

I lost my job. Okay?

I mean, age discrimination,
if you can believe it.

Like experience
means nothing these days.

And this is my problem how?

Okay, I need a loan.

And I will pay you back,
I promise.

I give you my word.

And-and-and Nicole doesn't
have to know anything about it.

Nothing at all.

Your word?

The same word you gave me

when you swore you'd
stay away from my family?

Or when you swore you'd changed?

You've been breaking
your so-called word

since the day I met you.

-Ted, please.
-The answer is no.

Not today,
not tomorrow, not ever.

When I said
"fight for your man," I meant,

like, post a thirst trap on IG

or maybe throw some shade
Eva's way,

not go full-on hot girl summer.

It wasn't like that,
and you know it.

Oh, please,
let me have my moment.

I just can't believe it.

And what happened to little miss

"I'm saving myself
for the right moment"?

Well, you said
when it was the right time,

I would know, and I did.

Tomas and I just had
this vibe and energy.

We just knew.

-Everything clicked into place.
-I'd hope so.

Seriously,
that's kind of beautiful.

Right.

Uh, like those romance novels

your mom claims
that she doesn't read.

So it was perfect? I mean, full
fireworks and sh**ting stars?

You finally got your
Disney princess moment?

Actually, no.

I hated every second of it.

Eva looks
mighty focused over there.

Probably clinic stuff.

You know
she's working for Ted now.

Oh, I know that look.

Seriously?

You can't turn off your
detective brain for one dinner?

Not even for your wifey?

Says the woman who's been
hunting June's sister.

Determined to get answers,
come hell or high water.

Okay, fine, fine, go ahead.

Break it down for me,
Detective Hawthorne.

I'm just saying,
after what Leslie pulled?

Setting Eva up to be accused
for a heinous crime,

and now, they're just
thick as thieves?

You know what's funny
about toxic family members?

The worse they treat you,
the harder it is to break free.

It's like you have
this invisible chain

around your heart,
pulling you back every time.

Sounds like you're
speaking from experience.

Whenever I think I'm done
with Dad, like, done-done...

...I remember when I was little

and how big and safe
his hands felt around mine.

And how he made me believe
I could do anything.

Sometimes, the good memories
cut deeper than the bad ones.

Mm.

Makes you wonder.

What if this time
will be different?

What if, this time,
they'll actually change?

When family's involved,
logic goes right out the window.

Like June and her sister, maybe.

Well, guess that mystery
will remain unsolved.

Unless you just ask.

I assume that's her.

NAOMI:
Regina?

You wanted to talk?

Let's get this over with.

Okay, I'm starting to think
that there's something over here

that you are looking at,
Nurse Morgan.

Well, I am wondering why
a world-famous photographer

has posted up in my little
corner of the hospital.

You know,
we're not really giving off

-the Vogueaura in here.
-Mm-hmm.

Well, as a matter of fact,
there is this nurse baddie.

Yeah, I've been dying
to take her out to dinner again.

You wouldn't happen to know if
she's free tonight, would you?

Huh.

She just might be.

After she finishes her shift.

But, you know,
she is having a hard time

understanding why someone
who photographs supermodels

would look twice at a girl who's
rocking scrubs and sneakers.

Well, you'd be surprised
what actually catches my eye.

I'm actually way more interested
in something real.

Although, I can't front,

those after-parties
are kind of lit.

Well, I wouldn't know.

The most lit my life gets
is a happy hour in Georgetown.

I've never even been
outside the east coast.

I mean, Georgetown has
its charm, but over in Shaw,

there's this soul food spot

that'll make you rethink
your whole existence.

Doro Soul Food.

Yeah, those collard greens
and cornbread

got me through nursing school.

Okay. Okay, I see you, Ashley.

So, uh, tell me something, then.

If you could go
anywhere in the world,

and I do mean anywhere,

where would
that beautiful mind take you?

Why? Are you planning
on shipping me off

to be your P.A.
on your next sh**t?

I'll just say that you'll be
surprised what might develop.

$50,000. That's what I gave you,

and you have the audacity to
come back here asking for more?

Barely covers what I'm owed

after all these years
of raising Eva on my own.

Huh. So what happened
to that money?

Oh, oh, oh, wait, uh...

Let me guess.
Uh, you're wearing it.

Oh, honey.

Keeping up with the Joneses
is expensive.

Especially around
all these bougie Black folk.

Some of these outfits
you've been wearing lately

cost more
than some people's rent.

Are you telling me that you
have been checking me out?

And after all this time,

I thought you only had
eyes for little Nikki.

Actually, I've been
taking notice lately

for exactly this moment

when I could tell you
and your expensive taste

to go straight to hell.

This isn't you, Teddy.

This is not the man that I knew,

and it's not the man
that Eva is getting to know.

-That man is a humanitarian.
-Mm.

Someone who believes in helping
people when they're down.

I told you to stay away
from my family.

And you go and file a report
against Nicole

making this whole
sordid affair even worse.

I had no choice.
That heifer laid hands on me.

Then let me take a closer look
at these so-called injuries

that you've been hiding
behind that scarf.

I do not have
to show you anything.

The police report
speaks for itself.

So does this.

I single-handedly
raised our daughter,

protected you from child support
payments for years,

and this? This is how
you repay my kindness?

You robbed me
of my own daughter.

Years of firsts
that I will never get back.

I would've been there for Eva
if I'd have known she'd existed.

You sent me away.

But this, this is a chance to
get to know her because of me.

Are you serious?

Very. My God, Ted.

Under all that anger,
I know there is a decent man.

Someone who is actually
going to provide for his own

when you see
that your own is suffering.

-One of my own?
-Yes.

Save the performance for someone
who actually believes

you have a heart.

I'm not giving you a damn thing.
Now get out.

I won't forget this.

You hated sex with Tomas?

Hot bod, bedroom eyes Tomas?

I know how that sounds.

-There must be something
wrong with me.
-Stop.

The first time
is weird for everyone.

There's, like,
a million reasons why

it might not have been great.

But first things first.
He didn't hurt you, did he?

God, no.

Tomas was perfect.

It was all gentle touches and

"Are you okay?" and trying
to make me feel comfortable.

Well, that's a positive.
We love a considerate king.

So what is the actual problem?

Well, that's the thing.
Everything is technically fine.

My body did what
it was supposed to do, but...

I just felt like I was watching
it happen to someone else.

Okay, I'm trying to understand.

What specifically felt off?

Well, that's the thing.
Nothing felt off.

Nothing felt like
much of anything.

My body was
going through the motions,

but the whole time,
I was thinking,

"Is this what
everybody's obsessed about?

'Cause I'm not getting it."

Damn. I can't even imagine.

Yes, thank you.

I'm very well aware of
your healthy sex life, Chelsea.

Well, maybe you just
need more practice.

Or someone with more experience.

No, Tomas knows what he's doing.

It wasn't his technique
that was the problem.

And it's not you, okay?

You're just figuring it out.

What if there's nothing
to figure out?

Chelsea, what if I'm broken?

Hey, yo, slow down, mamita.
Where's the emergency?

My bad. But I can't right now.
My mother...

Everything okay?

With Leslie Thomas? Never.

But I still have to go.

I feel you. But listen,
about what happened...

-Rain check, please?
-Mm.

Bet.

I appreciate you coming here.

Though I'm curious
how you found me.

I called your office.

Your assistant said you'd be
working from here today.

I'm glad you came.

Uh, we've been trying
to help your sister.

Why?

Because it's
the right thing to do.

Although, I'm getting the sense
there's more to this story

than just another homeless case.

You do know she's been
living on the streets, right?

Doesn't surprise me.

I haven't spoken
to my sister in years,

and I certainly don't plan
to start now.

She's, uh, quite a character.

Funny, resilient,
stubborn as a mule.

I know that's right.

Does June have any other family
members we should know about?

Look, if you are trying
to pawn her off on me...

Actually,
may I show you something?

Baby, you sure about this?

How did you...

Where...

That hit home.

Those children.

Where did you get this?

From June.

Want to tell us who they are?

I'm so sorry. The work
never stops around here.

But I am almost free.

Are you still up for that bite?

Oh, you already know.

But first...
you never answered my question.

What question?

About where in the world
Ashley Morgan would go

if she could go anywhere.

And don't hold back on me.
Sky's the limit.

-Easy.
-Mm-hmm.

Paris.

When I was a little girl,
we didn't have much,

but we did have this old
coffee table book about Paris,

and, ugh, I would spend hours
looking at the pictures.

The Seine at sunset.

Notre-Dame in the rain.

Couples strolling through
Montmartre holding hands.

That must sound pretty silly
to someone

who's done photo spreads
at the Eiffel Tower.

Well, there's nothing silly
about it. Trust me.

Well, at this rate,
that dream is gonna end up

in that old coffee table book.

But, um, hey, Georgetown's not
too shabby for dinner, right?

Can we put a pin in it?

-Listen.
-Uh, yeah, sure.

-Okay.
-Here, that's for you. I'll...

Yeah.

Mama?

What's the emergency?

Oh, I'm just fine, baby.

Had a stimulating conversation
with your father.

I thought maybe
if I could just suffer through

another one of
his self-righteous lectures,

he'd actually loosen
his purse strings.

But, no. [laughs] Not our Ted.

For real?

You had me rushing over here
thinking something was wrong,

all because Dad
curved you on some money?

Why are you suddenly
so protective of him?

Did you forget
that he left us high and dry?

He didn't leave anybody, Mama.
He didn't even know I existed.

And you still haven't told me
why this was so urgent.

Do you have any idea
how much money that man has?

He could actually buy
his own island.

But, now, now, now
doesn't want to spare a dime

for the woman
who raised his child.

But it's all good.

I've had an epiphany.

I'm almost afraid to ask,
but what kind?

You are going to ask him
for a loan.

Come again?

Sweetie, think about it.

Ted would never say no to his
precious, long-lost daughter.

Especially after
all the time he missed.

But I don't need money.

Everybody needs money, honey.

Especially Ted's kind of money.

But really,
it's-it's not for you anyway.

It's for your broke-a*s mama.

You mind telling us
about the picture?

I can do you one better.

I kept it. I know I kept it.

Yes, right here.

You have the same picture.

Wait, so you know these kids?

I haven't seen
those babies in years.

Ron and Cecile.

Ron would be picking out
colleges soon.

But what is
their connection to June?

Why does she carry
that picture everywhere?

They were June's children.

Until she decided
motherhood wasn't for her.

June has children.

Had. Had children.

Beautiful, sweet babies
who deserved better

than what she gave them.

Which was nothing.

Less than nothing, actually.

What happened to them?

What happens to any children

when their mother
walks away from them.

The system got 'em.

And that was that.

Okay, so let me
get this straight.

You want me
to finesse Ted for money

just so I can hand it
right over to you?

Oh, work with me, sweetie.

You are so much smarter
than this.

-You are my daughter.
-Stop.

-You always do this.
-Do what?

Remind you of your obligations?

It is a daughter's sacred duty
to look out for her mama.

The same mama
who was just at Orphey Gene's

saying exactly the opposite.

What's next? Telling me
you'll sleep under a bridge

if I don't help out?

Oh, no, baby. God, no.
Nothing that basic.

No, I would actually

come to your lovely hotel suite

and stay there with you.

Won't that be cozy, hmm?

Come on, sweetie.

Work your magic.

Mama needs to keep
these lights on.

Hi. Um, for Nurse Morgan.

That would be
Miss Thing right there.

-Hi.
-Hey.

-ASHLEY: Thank you.
-Of course.

Well, girl,
are you gonna open it?

Not with you hovering like that.

Oh. Are you scared
I might snatch that, too?

Since, apparently,
that's what I do.

Oh.

Oh. "Bonne nuit, chérie.

"My place,
as soon as you can get there.

Au revoir, Andre."

Well, well, well.
Looks like someone traded up

from firefighter
to world traveler.

Talk about someone pouncing.

You don't know the first thing
about Andre and me.

I know enough.

Just don't get too jealous
when your new fancy man

starts hanging out with
his fancy supermodel friends.

ASHLEY:
See you tomorrow, Shanice.

Can't wait.

What happened to those kids?
Where are they now?

June abandoned them.

Said she couldn't
handle it anymore.

And no one reached out
to you as next of kin?

A neighbor called CPS.

By the time I found out,
they were already gone.

And you never offered
to take custody?

Hell, it all went down
before I could even process

what happened.

Suddenly, they were adopted,

and the system
wouldn't tell us to who.

You think I wouldn't have taken
those babies in a heartbeat?

I loved them
like they were my own.

Still do.

There's something different
about you today.

What do you mean?

Not sure. A certain...

...glow, is it?

Must be something in the air.

Damn. I mean,
you weren't feeling him at all?

I am.

That's the thing.

When we're making out,
it's like pure electricity.

Chemistry is
off the charts, but...

-But?
-But...

...when we did the actual thing,

I mean, I felt the initial pain
or whatever,

but then, after that, nothing.

So, the preview was a hit,
but the main feature was a flop.

Girl, it was like
watching paint dry.

I was just waiting
for it to be over.

Maybe I should visit my gyno.

Something might
actually be wrong.

The only thing wrong
is expecting your first time

to be some magical fantasy.

For real?

You said Tomas is sweet
and respectful, right?

Not like these F-boys in my DMs.

Total gentlemen.

Then give yourself
and Tomas some grace.

Sex hits different
for everybody.

Maybe tell him
what you're feeling,

and if he's about it,
like you say,

he'll want to
figure it out together.

You don't think
I'll scare him away?

If you do,
then he's not the one.

But I think your Puerto Rican
prince will surprise you.

-Plus, you know
what the grands say.
-What?

Practice makes perfect.

Okay.

I think me and Tomas
can work on that.

[knock at door]

I swear, Dana.

Oh.

Oh, this is a welcome surprise.

Do you have a minute?

Yeah, I was just working on
some, uh,

reconstructive procedures.

-Uh, I-I can take a break.
-Okay.

Um...

What's wrong? Is, uh...

Kat giving you more drama?

-No. I can handle Kat.
-Oh.

This is about Mama.

Of course.

All these decades,
and Dana is still finding

new ways to complicate my life.

She told me about coming to see
you and about asking for money.

-Mm-hmm.
-I don't blame you
for curving her.

Even by Leslie logic standards,

thinking you'd help
after everything was a stretch.

-I'm glad you understand.
-I do.

Which is why I was thinking...

...why don't you
loan it to me instead?

I can't believe
you're really asking me this.

Listen, I know how it looks.

Do you?

'Cause from where I'm standing,
it looks like your mother

is using my daughter
to manipulate me again.

She's not using me.

Look, this is my choice.

And I'll pay you back
every cent, I promise.

It's not about the money.

It's about the hold
this woman has over you.

Okay, maybe you're right,

but she's still my mother.

If I don't look out for her,
who will?

Look, I...
I know it's your mother,

but Dana is not
your cross to bear.

Look, I know Mama plays games.

I know she manipulates.

But this time,
she really does need help.

Are you sure about that?

I'm not sure about anything
when it comes to my mother.

But I am sure I need to try,
for me.

Even if it means enabling her?

Even if it means
being her daughter.

So will you do this for me?

Please?

You know I'd do
anything for you, Eva.

♪ ♪

Ah, bienvenue à Paris,
ma chérie.

-Wow.
-Yeah.

-Andre, this is...
-Yeah, you said

Paris was your dream, right?

And dreams,
they're kind of my specialty.

Look and see.

Now, it's not quite the Seine,
but, uh, I figured

we could start here until you
get ready for the real thing.

This is the most incredible
thing anyone's ever done for me.

I can't believe
you pulled this all together.

Hey, you deserve incredible
things, Ashley Morgan.

Now...

...why don't you sit here
and let your personal tour guide

show you
what you've been missing?

I did everything.

Hired a PI,

called adoption agencies
until they knew my voice.

Even had my church pray on it.

But closed adoptions
means closed doors.

It was like those babies
just vanished into thin air.

So you never stopped
looking for them?

How could I?

Ron used to call me Auntie Gigi.

And Cecile...

she would climb into my lap
every Sunday after church.

Fall asleep while I read to her.

So, this isn't just about
family obligations.

You really loved those children.

And I always will.

I will never forgive June
for throwing them away

like they meant nothing, like
they weren't worth fighting for.

Regina?

Oh, my God.