Sam hung up the phone and opened the door.
"Hey," said Jack.
"Come in." Sam led him into the living room and sat on the couch. Jack sat perched on the edge of his chair across from her. He wrung his hands nervously.
"Look, I uh...thought I'd let you know before I tell the team...My wife wants a divorce."
"So you're staying?"
"Yeah, I thought I'd let you know first. And, well....I wanted to make sure you knew..." he paused.
"That it's still over?" she asked.
"Yeah....I'm trying to get custody of the kids and its best if no one sees us together a lot and gets suspicous."
"Yeah, I understand." Sam was relieved. She had been afraid would want to get together again.
Jack smiled and relaxed a bit. "Good." They both paused, unsure of what to say. Jack cleared his throat and glanced at his watch. "Well, its getting late. I should probably go." Sam stood up and walked to the door with him.
"See you tomorrow?" she asked.
He shrugged, giving her a sad smile. "Hopefully." Sam nodded and shut the door. She sat back down on the couch, lost in thought.
"It must have been terrible to have something like that sprung on you," she mumbled softly.
Meanwhile, Martin was passed out on the couch, a bottle in his outstreched hand.
"Hey," said Jack.
"Come in." Sam led him into the living room and sat on the couch. Jack sat perched on the edge of his chair across from her. He wrung his hands nervously.
"Look, I uh...thought I'd let you know before I tell the team...My wife wants a divorce."
"So you're staying?"
"Yeah, I thought I'd let you know first. And, well....I wanted to make sure you knew..." he paused.
"That it's still over?" she asked.
"Yeah....I'm trying to get custody of the kids and its best if no one sees us together a lot and gets suspicous."
"Yeah, I understand." Sam was relieved. She had been afraid would want to get together again.
Jack smiled and relaxed a bit. "Good." They both paused, unsure of what to say. Jack cleared his throat and glanced at his watch. "Well, its getting late. I should probably go." Sam stood up and walked to the door with him.
"See you tomorrow?" she asked.
He shrugged, giving her a sad smile. "Hopefully." Sam nodded and shut the door. She sat back down on the couch, lost in thought.
"It must have been terrible to have something like that sprung on you," she mumbled softly.
Meanwhile, Martin was passed out on the couch, a bottle in his outstreched hand.