The tears flow freely from her eyes. He moves in close, wrapping his arms around her. She buries her face in his shoulder.

"You didn't have a choice."

She pushes him away. "I had a choice, and I chose the wrong thing."

"You did..."

"I didn't do what was best. I should have left. I should have...things should have been done differently."

"You can't change the past."

"I wish that I could."

"Why did you choose the way that you did?"

"I thought that I would be ok, that I would... I would move on."

"Why did you do things the way you did?"

"I knew that I couldn't walk away then, if I did there would be a bounty on my head. I would never be safe, and I didn't want that for..."

"For your daughter, for Grace."

"I knew that I couldn't keep her, and stay undercover. I couldn't put her life in jeopardy for my career, it wouldn't be fair."

"You had no choice."

"I had a choice. But in the back of my mind... I kept thinking that if I raised her... I didn't want to hurt her."

"Hurt her? Alex you could never hurt her."

"I couldn't do it. I didn't want to have to spend everyday for the rest of my life looking into the eyes of a child, who reminded me of a monster."

January 1st 1996: They're at a party. She pretends to be happy, to be enjoying herself. He takes a seat next to her.

"Jen you ok? You haven't said much all night."

"I'm just tired."

"Jen you know that I don't usually question you, but something has been bothering me."

"Have I ever hidden anything from you Calvin?"

"Not to my knowledge."

"So what's been bothering you?"

"Why did you let Jackie go? He was one of my best guys. He was eager, and I... I really saw him moving up the company pretty quickly."

"He was a kid."

"That bothers you?"

"If you could choose this, or going to college, which would you pick?"

"This. I love money," he admits.

"Calvin..."

"Tell me the truth why did you fire him?"

"Because he's a kid. I didn't want his blood on my hands."

"It's not like that."

"You've gone through six delivery guys in as many months," she points out.

"Just because of some differences of opinion."

"Three of them ended up in the morgue," she reminds him.

"They know the cost."

"Calvin you said that you were going to give all of this up."

"Soon," he promises.

"When?"

"When I have a reason."

"What reason? A wife who worries that you're not going to come back every time you leave the house, that's not a reason."

"You can take care of yourself. I've seen you shoot."

"I don't believe you. I don't think that you'll ever give it up. The money is too good."

"Don't get so bent out of shape. You know that I'm doing this for you."

"What can I do to make you stop? I'm tired of all of this."

"If things would go according to plan, then I'd probably be out by now."

"What plan is that?"

"To start a family."

"What? This is the first I'm hearing about it. You probably should have mentioned that before, I am your wife."

"Jen is there a reason that it hasn't happened yet?"

Before she can answer Tony approaches them, "Hey Cal I need to talk to you for a minute."

"Whatever you have to say you can say in front of my wife."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," he nods.

"I think you should end the party a little early."

"What are you talking about? We just got moved in here, it's New Year's, business is good. We've got plenty of reasons to celebrate."

"I've heard some whispers that something is going to go down tonight."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, but whatever it is, it's going to be big."

"I want it taken care of," he answers.

"You're the boss," Tony nods, and walks away.

She sits on the couch, staring at Calvin. "Can we talk upstairs?" she questions.

"Why..."

"Please," she begs.

"Ok," he agrees.

He follows her up the stairs to their bedroom. He closes the door behind him. She paces in front of the window. She chews on her cuticle. He stops behind her. He places his hand on her shoulder. He wraps his arms around her affectionately.

"What's bothering you? Why have you been so on edge the past few weeks."

"The truth?"

"Jen whatever it is, I can handle it."

"I know you can, I'm just not sure that I can."

"Handle what?"

She tries to explain. She gets choked up before she even begins. She starts to cry before she can get out a single word.

"What? Is it something I said?"

"Yeah," she answers weakly.

"What?"

"I don't think that... I don't want to start a family under these circumstances."

"What are you saying."

"Get out now," she answers.

"Babe you know that I have to..."

"No. You don't. I can't keep going through this scenario in my head."

"What scenario?"

"You not making it home," she pretends to be upset about this thought.

"Jen I'm always going to come home to you."

"It's not me that I'm worried about."

"Who are you worried about?"

"I'm late Cal."

"Late? What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that..." he stops her before she can even get the words out.

"This is wonderful."