Two Truths and a Lie
"I'm not going in for another round of this, Sam. I won't do it."
Damn it all to hell. Everything was going great, we were getting closer every day. Why does she have to be so intuitive? She always knows – ALWAYS! – when I'm trying to keep something from her. So now she's found out that my father is in prison – she's gonna run as fast as she can. Well, if I'm gonna lose her anyway, she might as well satisfy her curiosity.
Sam hands Andy the folder labelled "Jay Swarek" and waits. Waits for her to look at him, disgusted by the nasty secret he has worked so hard to keep hidden.
Later, "I just hope that woman isn't in too much danger," Jay Swarek mutters as they leave the interview room.
"Sam, just give me five minutes."
You mean leave you alone with him? Oh sure, why not? Give him the opportunity to spill the beans, tell you the truth about why he's in here.
"It's OK, I've got it."
As if finding out my old man is a convict isn't enough. But I know her – she's like a dog with a bone and she won't drop it. Oh well, I've had it anyway – I haven't got a chance. It can't get any worse. Let her learn the ugly truth.
Later, "Was he telling the truth, or were you?"
Right to the heart of it, just like always. I have to tell her – one thing I can say is that I've never lied to her, and I'm not gonna start now. Might as well get used to the idea that we'll never get back together once she realizes what I did.
"He was."
"Mm."
"More than you wanted to hear?"
"No. You are nothing like that man. And if you ever doubt it you need to just turn around and ask me."
"Are you gonna be there?"
"Just try and get rid of me. Okay, that sounded kind of stalker-y. You do have some say."
She always surprises me. Always. I thought she'd never get past the fact that I lied about my father so he'd go to jail. Now's the time to tell her, finally, how I feel about her.