Chapter 1: More Lies

Forks and knives clanked on ceramic plates. A slice here. A slice there. Jesse placed a piece of steak in his mouth and washed it down with the ice tea that was in the glass. Isabel watched him. It was annoying. Jesse had not said a word to her since last night when Michael had gone off the deep end. Isabel knew something was bothering him but he wouldn't say what it was.

Isabel sighed but Jesse did not look up. She then slammed her silverware on the plate. Jesse looked up for a second before going back to his meal.

Isabel sighed again. "Damn it Jesse, are we ever going to talk?"

"I've got nothing to say," he said with some partial food in his mouth.

"Really, after everything that happened last night you've got nothing?"

"Do me a favor, I just want to forget that last night happened can we do that?"

"No I can't do that."

Jesse nodded and stood up taking his plate, "Fine."

"Jesse don't walk away!"

Jesse could feel himself getting angry. He took a breath and slammed the plate on the nearby coffee table. He turned to Isabel.

"Fine, you want to talk, let's talk!" Isabel was standing up now but keeping her distance. "Let's talk about how your brother nearly killed me last night. Only Michael isn't really your brother now is he?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"You know exactly what I mean! I'll give you a play by play of his words- 'She was my first did you know that? We were together before you were born and we'll be together when you're nothing but bones.'"

Isabel crossed her arms and looked away. "Michael wasn't himself."

"No he was. That was pretty clear. And the fact that you could not tell me about it-,"

"There was nothing to tell! We haven't been together before in this life."

"This life, but you were in the other one weren't you?" Jesse shook his head. "You've lied to me. Another lie. Who knows how many you've told me. I can't even trust you anymore."

"Me loving you wasn't…isn't a lie."

"That doesn't matter. It doesn't change anything. Look I don't know what the hell is going on with you and him but whatever it is, figure it out Isabel!"

Jesse walked over to the coat rack and the tray where he kept his keys.

"Where are you going?"

"I need some air."

Isabel stood there in disbelief at the argument she had with her husband. It wasn't just Jesse's departure though that got her rattled; it was the words that Michael had said to him. Had he really said that or had Jesse just used Michael as an excuse for a fight?

It didn't matter. There was nothing going on so there was nothing to figure out.