Dan looks at the photographs on the table, gathering them up and putting them back in the folder. He walks into the kitchen, standing above the sink, and lights the corner of the envelope with the lighter his father had given to him when he graduated college. He thought of hawking it once, but just never got around to it, thankfully.

Diana catches her husband as she enters the house, "What are you doing?"

He glances up, caught, "Junk mail. Burning it gives me a sense of accomplishment."

"That isn't true. I know about those pictures."

"What pictures?"

"Don't play dumb with me." She shakes her head, "What happened? What was so hard that you gave our son away and put me through years of-"

"I didn't want you killed." Dan replies quietly.

Diana sighs, taking off her light jacket, "Bullshit."

"He's fine."

"You made me think I lost my son. You lied to me." She watches him, "What really happened in that parking lot?"

He hits at the fire, putting it out quickly. It didn't burn much, just a corner. "I was mugged."

"They didn't take any of your money, but they sure did kick your ass."

"I thought we could move on from it."

"Move on from our son?" She almost yells.

Dan has slight tears in his eyes, which is saying a lot because he never liked to show any form of softness when it came to her or their daughter, "You are my world. I worshipped the ground you walked on then and I still do now. I saw how happy he made you when you were pregnant, but we didn't have what he needed. If I didn't give him up, they would have hurt you." He shakes his head, "I wanted you to have Natalie because you deserved to be a mother and I knew they wouldn't take her. You were always a mother."

"We would have gotten through it. He would have been just as happy with us as he is with them."

He looks her in the eye, "You saw him?"

"I went to the address. Natalie drove me." Diana shakes her head, "He looks exactly how I thought he would. He looks like me. He always looked like me, just like Nat always looked like you. Blond hair, blue eyes." She swallows, "You stole it from me, Dan. You made me how I am. All of this…all of it is your fault because it would have never happened had I known he was alive and well off."

Dan shakes his head, "I tried to make it up to you."

"By keeping secrets from me? Especially something so important? You don't get to make those decisions." She watches him, "I hardly know you." She turns away from him, climbing the stairs.