Kathryn says nothing to her.
"Mom?"
"Bay I can't talk about this."
"Then do something about it. You have to face it, at some point."
"But you don't have to know anything about it."
"I already do."
"Bay this is none of your concern."
"You are my mom. You going off the deep end, that is my concern."
"I am fine."
"How many times do you think you have to say that, until you can convince yourself."
"You don't understand this."
"Are you going to have it?"
She shrugs, "I don't know what I am going to do."
"It is kind of a time sensitive situation, don't you think?"
"I know that."
"Why would you put yourself through this."
"You can't possibly understand."
"Then try to explain it to me," Bay begs.
"I love you."
"I know that, don't change the subject."
"I'm not, that is my point. I have always loved you. I will always love you. I am your mother, and even DNA cannot change that."
"DNA is a really crappy reason to put yourself through hell. What are you planning on doing?"
"I don't have a plan. I don't know how this is going to turn out."
"You aren't doing anything. You are just letting it happen. You didn't do anything to..." she trails off.
"To what?"
"What about all the other women that come across his path? What about them? I understand that you are trying to protect the family, and that you don't want this to be everyone's business. I understand that, but how can you be ok with the idea that he might do this to someone else?"
"I try not to think about it."
"How can you not?"
"Maybe, I am too busy feeling sorry for myself," she suggests.
Bay looks at Kathryn, and she catches a rare glimpse of weakness, and vulnerability in her mother's eyes.
"How long ago did this happen?"
"You said that you read the report," Kathryn responds.
Bay does the math in her head, "Twelve, and a half weeks ago. It sounds to me like you have already made up your mind."
"I haven't."
"I don't see you subjecting yourself to..."
"Bay I know that you are having a hard time understanding this all. I know that it is difficult for you to comprehend. It isn't any easier for me. I am only human."
"What do you want to do?"
"I want to go back in time, and prevent all of this from happening."
"That isn't an option. We are twelve and a half weeks past that. Are you going to have it, or not?"
She blinks, "I don't know."
"How can you not know? You have had all this time to think about it."
"Bay this is all that I think about, and it doesn't make it any easier."
"So what is stopping you?"
"I don't know if I could live with myself."
"So you are just going to let the devil's spawn reside in your womb?"
"Don't say it like that," Kathryn begs, on the verge of a breakdown.
"You don't feel that way?"
"Every single day," she admits.
"Then why are you putting yourself through this?"
"Because maybe there is someone out there who would feel differently."
"You really think that you can go through an entire pregnancy, and then be ok with placing it up for adoption? That is what you are telling me?"
Kathryn doesn't answer.
"I think that would be awesome, and noble, and completely insane of you, but..."
Kathryn cuts her off, "But, what?"
"I don't think that you can do that. You wouldn't give me back to Regina, and I don't share any of your DNA."
"I raised you for fifteen years before we found out."
"And you will carry that baby for nine months. How is it any different?"
"It just is."
"You could keep it, and try to hide the truth from dad."
"Bay I don't want to have to live the rest of my life, lying about something like that."
"You already are lying."
"I am not."
"A lie by omission is still a lie," Bay points out.
"Bay I know you want an answer. I know that you want me to tell you what I'm going to do. You want me to lay out in detail how I am going to make everything normal again, but I can't. I don't have a plan. I don't have any answers."
"Are you going to tell dad?"
She shrugs, "I don't know."
He enters the bedroom to find his wife packing. She tosses items into her suitcase, the big suitcase. He looks at his watch, and then he looks at her.
"Kathryn it's ten o'clock at night, where are you going?"
"I am just packing."
"For what? Where are you going?"
"I am going out of town."
"For a month? That suitcase is humongous. Where are you going?"
"I am leaving for a while."
He frowns, "Define a while."
"More than a few days."
"Where are you going?"
"Guatemala."
"Guatemala? For what purpose?"
"I agreed to go help set up a school there."
"When? Why?"
"I just agreed today. Their project manager backed out at the last minute, so they asked me."
"And, just like that you are going to go, without even discussing it with me?"
"You do things without discussing them with me all of the time."
"Kathryn sit down," he points to the bed.
"I have to finish packing."