Kate smiles as she stands over a kitchen counter drying a dinner plate. She gently puts the plate down on the counter and runs her hands through her hair. She looks down at her stomach and slowly rubs the unborn child growing in her stomach. At that moment the kitchen door bursts open.
"Hey, James," Kate says.
Sawyer throws a non-descript black sports bag onto the kitchen table.
"Is everything OK?" Kate asks. Again she gets no response from Sawyer. "What's wrong?"
"Look in the bag," Sawyer says blandly never once looking at Kate.
Kate looks at Sawyer frowning. She unzips the bag and looks in.
"Where did this come from? How much is in here? James?"
"There's $100,000 in there," Sawyer says, "It's for you and the kid."
"What's going on?"
"Take it and go. Running's what you do isn't it."
"I'm not running from you, James. I love you and I'm having our child," Kate says, her voice breaking and tears welling in her eyes.
"You know how I got this Kate? Her name's Kate too. Funny, huh? She loved me too, freckles, or said she did. She loved me enough to screw me and give me all her money, anyway."
"You couldn't…"
"It's who I am, sweetness, I cheat people, you run, the world turns."
"James," Kate began.
"My name's Sawyer."