When Reba finally gets her composure to stand up and walk into the living room, she picks up the phone and calls Jack. The phone rings three times before he finally answers it.
"Dr. Jack Morgan." He says into the phone. With the way he says it Reba can tell that he's distracted.
"Jack, it's Reba; I need to talk to you." Reba says sitting on the couch.
"Oh hi hon. Whatcha need?" Jack asks.
"We need to talk. Lindsay told me that you only went to Paris because you felt you needed to go for me." Reba replies. She hears him talking to somebody there with him. After a minute with no reply she says, "Jack? Are you there? What don't you want to tell me?" There is another moment of silence. "Jack! Talk to me! Is it true?" Reba exclaims.
"Is what true?" Jack asks. Now Reba is getting mad.
"Did you really go to Paris just because of me? You wanted to prove to me the kind of man you were?" Reba asks.
"That's preposterous! Who in the world told you that?" Jack questions.
"Your daughter. Now is it true or not?" Reba asks.
"It's not true. She's just being sarcastic, and being rude and trying to get something started. She's a teenager; why do you believe her over me?" Jack questions.
"I don't know. Maybe I don't believe her over you." Reba replies.
"Yes you do. I don't believe that you believe your daughter over your own husband." Jack says and then hangs up the phone. Reba scoffs.
"I don't believe it. My entire family is insane." Reba says to herself. She holds her hand up and lets the light shine on the diamond in her wedding ring. Then sighs.