EPISODE EIGHT
Written By Aaron D. Mullins
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Previously On Autumn Lake:
SCENE ONE – Autumn Lake Memorial Hospital In his office at Autumn Lake Memorial, Dr. Will Bowman rubbed his tired eyes and tried to focus on the budget proposals in front of him. It was a useless task; all of the numbers kept running together. Maybe he was getting too old for the swing shift. Everyone kept telling him that he worked too hard, especially Karen. Since setting his mind to making things better
between he and his wife, Will found himself more drawn to Karen. He’d
found that once her insecurities had been soothed, she relaxed. And,
when she relaxed, she was more like the woman he’d first been attracted
to: confident, sexy, playful. Glancing at his wall clock, Will was stunned to note that it was almost seven in the morning. Where had the night gone? He looked at his "Outbox" and realized he had actually managed to get quite a bit of work done. He figured he'd make a final walk around the hospital, check and make sure things were okay, and then head home for some Z's. As Will was filing away the last of the
evening's paperwork, there was a knock at the door. Before he could
answer, Karen poked her head in. “Barely!” he exclaimed with a weary laugh. “What are you doing here? I thought you were taking the day off?” “Does it look like I’m dressed for work?” She entered the office and did a quick twirl, showing off her workout gear. “I stopped by the gym and thought I'd have breakfast with you before you went home.” “I’m getting spoiled. Ross brought me breakfast yesterday, and now my beautiful wife.” She wiped a sweaty lock of hair from her forehead and exhaled. “Hardly beautiful. At least not this early!” Will smiled and took her in his arms. The display of affection shocked Karen slightly, but it was welcome, nonetheless. “I don't care what you wear,” he said, kissing her forehead, “you’re always beautiful.” She held his embrace for a few moments, grateful for the closeness they were sharing. “Well that was quite a nice way to start the day. Now, let me return your sugar with a little sugar of my own.” She reached into the brown gym bag she had dropped on the floor and looked inside, withdrawing a familiar wax-paper bag. Will’s eyes grew wide and he rubbed his palms together like a little boy. “DINGLE DONUTS!” he exclaimed. “I thought you might like that.” He went to his utility closet and pulled out a hospital regulation blanket. Tossing it out on the floor, he bowed slightly and helped his wife to the floor. “Oh, a makeshift picnic,” Karen said, licking chocolate from her fingertips. “I like it!” They began to feed each other donuts and Karen gently wiped powdered sugar from her husband's lips. “This is nice, honey. Thank you.” Will’s eyes glistened with genuine happiness, filling Karen with a warm sense of joy. “I should be the one thanking you, really.” “For what?” “For giving us a chance,” Karen sighed. “I know it's been hard.” “It gets easier everyday. I told you, I’m committed to you, our marriage, and our baby.” Will gently caressed her swollen belly. “In the mood to discuss baby names now?” she asked with a wink, remembering his crabby attitude toward the subject just a few days ago. “Sure, why not?” “Are you serious?” “Sure, but… no William Jr. or Ellen, okay?” Karen laughed. “Okay, I will concede on those two. What would you like for a boy?” He thought for a moment, silently trying on the various combinations he’d toyed with in his head. Well, I've always liked the name Steven. Strong, masculine. What do you think?” “Steven Bowman,” she said, slowly enunciating the syllables. “I don't know, it's sounds a little… pedantic. Unless we called him Steve.” “Well, he'd be a Stevie or something until he grew into being a ‘Steve.’” “Oh, that's true.” She wrinkled her nose. “Ick. Try again, hon.” “Okay… how about John, after my Dad?” “Oh my gosh, why hadn’t I thought of that? That’s good.” “And for a girl?” Will gently touched the tip of
her nose. “How about something from your family?” “Oh, come on, it's not that bad, honey!” “The hell it's not. But let's not talk about my family. Alicia is the only blood relation that matters to me anymore.” “Fair enough.” He’d learned long ago not to pry too much into Karen’s past. She was almost pathologically ashamed of her upbringing and her parents, so it was best to let sleeping dogs lie. “Okay. So, what about girl names?” “When I was little, I always wished I’d been named Christina. It just sounded… I don’t know, regal or something. Like a princess.” “Okay. John and/or Christina. That wasn't too hard. Naming Ross and Emily took us months.” Karen watched the sadness fall into Will’s eyes as he reflected on those early years with Diana. She immediately decided it was time to change the subject. “You know,” she said, pulling herself to her feet and grabbing a cup of coffee for Will from the pot behind his desk, “I was thinking it might be nice to have a Sunday dinner. All of us, at the house.” “That might be nice,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “What made you think of that?” “Oh, I don’t know. I guess maybe I was thinking about traditions. I just thought it might be nice to have the family together once in a while, just to sit and talk and catch up on things.” “Honey, that sounds really nice.” He accepted the coffee from her. “When were you thinking of doing this?” “Maybe in a week or two, I don’t know. I’ll talk to Ross and Emily if you want to check with your mom and see what her catering schedule looks like.” “Oh this just gets better and better!” he laughed. “You mean you’re going to cook?” “Stop teasing me! I thought I’d give it a try.” “Honey, you are an excellent cardiologist, but a chef you are not.” She hesitantly nodded in agreement and smiled.
“Well, what do you suggest, then?” “Great. We’ll give this a shot, then.” Karen leaned over and dropped herself into his arms and he fell backwards. They laughed and Will cried out in exaggerated pain. “Ow! Ow! My back! I'm an old man, here!” Karen laughed and kissed him passionately. “You're my Old Man!” They lay there for a moment in each other's arms and Will was amazed at how good this felt. He was thinking about Diana less and less as the days went by, and he found himself being caught up in the excitement of their marriage. The same excitement, he suspected, that Karen had been experiencing since their wedding day. He stroked her back gently and wondered if he were really moving on with his life. Finally. “Well, ‘Old Man,’ it's time you got home.” She stood up and helped him to his feet. “I have some things to do today, and your mother is catering a party at the Lavender Room, so you’ll have the house all to yourself.” “I wish I had enough energy to stay up and play with you all day,” he said, stifling a yawn. “Me too, but you have to get your rest or you’ll be as grumpy as a grizzly bear tomorrow. And believe me, before you were my husband, you were my boss, and you aren't fun when you are grumpy.” “I am still your boss and I am never grumpy.” “Ha!” she exclaimed, putting her arms around his neck. Exhaling deeply, she looked into his eyes. “We're going to make it, Will. I just know it.” “Of course we are. Nothing can stand in our way, honey. The future looks bright.” Karen had waited so long to hear those words. She was more certain than ever that she was doing the right thing in keeping him away from Diana. Just a few more days, she thought. A few more days and Diana would certainly be out of their lives. Oh, she'd probably be back one day, but by then, Karen and Will would be blissfully happy. They'd have their own history, their own traditions, and their own child. For the first time, Karen felt secure in her future with her husband. ********** Just a short distance away from Karen and Will, Diana Harris was sitting on an examination table, nervously picking at the polish on her nails. “I can tell by your face that it’s not good news.” Across from her, Dr. Morgan Bennett smiled and adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He looked at her chart and sighed. “Well, Diana, I have to be honest. You were right to come and see me. The doctor in Chicago that gave you the green light might have spoken a bit too soon.” “Oh my god,” she whispered, clutching her throat. “Easy, easy, it’s not that bad.” He clicked the light on his X-ray board and held up the negative. “But I’m concerned enough to say that I’ll be seeing you again on a regular basis, just to keep an eye on things.” Diana nodded weakly and checked her watch. Almost eight o’clock. It was now or never, she realized. It was time she found Will and told him the real reason she’d come back to Autumn Lake. “Dr. Bennett,” she said. “Do you know if Dr. Bowman is on duty today?” SCENE TWO - DRUMMOND ESTATE Alicia Sinclair pulled her rusty Miata to a stop at the front gate of the sprawling Drummond Estate. She stepped from the car, sliding her sunglasses on to her face and stared up at the manor house on the hill. For as long as she could remember, Alicia had wanted to live in a house like this. Growing up in the small two bedroom trailer in Newburn Heights, Alicia would browse through floor plan books and pretend that she was the owner of the finest home in Autumn Lake. She’d entertain all the important people, host summer galas and be on the cover of every society magazine. There’s no reason at all someone like me shouldn’t have that, she thought wistfully as the late morning breeze blew through her hair. And if I have anything to say about it… I will. She pushed the button at the gate and the voice of Foster, the Marshaks' butler, came over the speaker. “Marshak residence, may I help you?” “Good morning. Dr. Karen Bowman here for Michael Drummond,” she lied. Oh well, she thought, Karen’s my sister, she wouldn’t care. There was a long pause and Alicia's heart began to beat. Had Karen been here before? Would the butler recognize her voice? Just then, the front gate swung open. “Come right in, Dr. Bowman.” Hot damn! Alicia smiled and pulled the Miata up the long, curving drive. She parked in a spot marked "Visitor" and marveled that the estate was so immense that it actually had specific spots for non-family members. She pulled her coat tightly around her shoulders and straightened her back. Doctors walk with confidence, she reminded herself. Just pretend that you’re Karen. As she climbed the front steps, the main door opened and a tall, thin man who appeared to be in his early fifties greeted her with a warm smile and slight nod. “Hello, Dr. Bowman. Mr. Drummond is on the rear terrace. If you’ll just follow me, I’ll be glad to…” “No thank you, Foster, I know the way,” she said, pushing past him. She was lying, but she wasn’t going to pass up this golden opportunity to scope the place out. Alicia waited until Foster shuffled back to his duties. She walked to her left and entered the grand living area. Everything was so ornate, so luxurious. Even Martha Stewart would be intimidated in this place, Alicia thought. She wandered through some of the rooms of the
east wing; the library, with it's ceiling high bookshelves; the
conservatory, with the beautiful grand piano. She almost walked into the
kitchen when she heard the cook or someone telling the kitchen staff how
important it was that the Crème Brulee be perfect or something like
that. She was about to leave when he suddenly spoke. “Oh, Alicia! I'm sorry, I didn't hear anyone come in.” He stumbled to his feet and grabbed a bathrobe from a nearby chair. Alicia watched his tight muscles move beneath his smooth golden skin and found herself wishing he hadn't put the robe on. “I'm so sorry to interrupt you, Michael.” “It's okay, really. I’m glad to see you. What can I do for you?” She laughed and ran her hand through her windblown hair. “Weren't you cold?” she asked, ignoring his question. “No, not really. I mean, physically, yes, my body temperature was very cold. But meditation's all about mind over matter.” “Oh, you were meditating. I thought it was yoga or something.” “A little of both.” Michael smiled and led her back into the house. They sat in the study and Michael poured them some coffee. “What brings you by? No classes today?” “Just one, but not until later. Then I have to work at the Gypsy tonight. I was just… I don't know, I guess I was just a little worried about you.” She sipped the hot coffee slowly and looked at him over the rim of the mug. “Oh, you mean my wounded paws?” He laughed slightly as he held up his still-bandaged hands. “They feel a lot better today. I can move them a little more than yesterday.” “Wow. That’s quite a robust… healing factor you have.” Oh god, stop being such an obvious flirt, she thought. “Well, truthfully, my meditation helps with that. It's amazing what the brain can do if you just tell it to do it in the right way.” “I’ll have to take your word on that.” He smiled. “A little too Dr. Phil for you?” “I suppose so,” she said. Michael chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “It helps me stay centered… you know, in control.” “I’ll drink to that,” she said, raising her mug. “So, how are you holding up, kiddo?” Michael leaned forward and she felt his crystal eyes peering deep into hers. It was a strange feeling; almost as though he didn’t need her to answer verbally. ”What do you mean?” she asked, averting her gaze. “I'm fine.” “Hmm… I wonder.” “What's that supposed to mean?” “Well, I know that Karen was going to suggest that you talk to a counselor to handle the aftereffects of the attack; she told me while I was waiting for X-Ray. Have you considered that?” “Oh please,” she scoffed. “My sister worries too much. I’m really just fine.” “Any nightmares?” The question caught Alicia off guard and she couldn’t quite hide her surprise. “How did you know?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. “I expected as much. It's common, you know, for people to experience residual trauma after something like that.” “I guess I just feel so silly. I mean, I wasn't raped or anything.” “No, but you were violated. And your mind
thought you were going to be raped, so it switched to defense mode. The
brain puts up walls to shield you from psychological turmoil when you
are actually going through it, but at some point those walls come down
and you will need to deal with the emotions.” He raised his eyebrow and smiled ever-so-slightly. “Do you think I’m wrong?” “No, I don’t… I mean, I don't think….” She stammered. “I mean I guess I’m fine, nothing's happened since the attack.” “Then it's not time yet.” He leaned back in his chair and quietly stirred his coffee. “Do you have a close friend or someone you can talk to about this?” “Of course!” The words came from her mouth before she realized how much of a lie they were. She had friends; people like Wendy, but no one that she could actually talk to about stuff like that. Karen would be too busy trying to push her off on a shrink and Kyle… well, Kyle wasn’t exactly known for his conversational skills. “Well, good, because you’re going to need to be able to trust someone enough to let them see you break down… you know, when the time comes.” Alicia smiled and put down the coffee mug. “Oh, Michael, I’m too strong for that. There won't be any little scenes. I create drama, I don't experience it.” Michael smiled at her. “Now, that I can believe, my friend.” Friend. The word sounded strange, but there it was. He thought of her as a friend. It felt… comforting, somehow. Alicia wasn’t used to having male friends. She was considering this when Michael stood up suddenly and extended his arm to her. “Why don't you join me on the terrace and let me show you some meditation techniques? It might help you with the nightmares.” Alicia laughed and waved her hand at him. “Oh come on, I can’t…” “Sure you can. It’s easier than you think.” “Well…” she considered it for a moment and realized she honestly couldn’t think of anything she’d rather do at this particular moment. Michael Drummond was having a strange affect on her; he was at once charming yet enigmatic. She found him attractive, for certain, but didn’t necessarily lust for him. That was an undoubtedly new sensation. “What the heck.” She looped her arm in his and followed him to the terrace. “Be gentle on me, I’m a virgin,” she laughed. “Yeah, riiiiight.” SCENE THREE - Drummond Enterprises Olivia Marshak rushed into her office and smiled warmly at her waiting guest. “Payton, I’m really sorry about all the interruptions, but it's total chaos around here today.” “It's fine, I understand chaos. I grew up in Texas, remember?” Olivia wasn't sure what the connection was between chaos and Texas but laughed as though it were the funniest thing she had heard all morning. She then wondered for a brief second why she had done that, but the thought was gone before she could seriously consider it. “Now,” she said, settling into her high-back leather chair. “Where were we?” “You were telling me about Drummond's oil division.” “Oh yes. Well, to tell the truth, it's been non-existent. That's why we went after McClaine Oil so hard. We need to beef it up.” “Well, you've been successful at that, at least.” He crossed his legs and Olivia found herself distracted by the cut of his suit. “This merger's a coup for both our companies. It was important to my crew in Texas that whatever decisions we made in the top office didn't affect their job.” She cleared her throat and tried to concentrate. “Yes, this merger will, thankfully, be devoid of any layoffs. I wish they were all like that.” “Hear, hear.” He raised his glass of orange juice in a mock toast. “You know, Olivia, if I haven't already said it, I want you to know how grateful I am for your assistance in getting set up here in Autumn Lake. The penthouse is gorgeous; I can't wait until it's finished being decorated. And my office… well, it beats the tar out of anything I ever had in Houston.” “I’m glad to hear it. I want you to be comfortable here, Payton. You’re a member of the family now.” Payton winced slightly at the suggestion, but flashed his ever-present smile in appreciation. “That’s kind of you to say.” An awkward pause followed as Olivia wondered what was going on between them. It was like they spoke to one another in doubletalk. Everything had a different meaning. It had been that way ever since they’d met that night at the Gypsy Grille. Was it flirtation? Was it something else? She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but it made her uneasy… and excited at the same time. “Well, I suppose that's all the business we have for this morning.” She stood and gathered up a few folders from her desk. “Why don’t we head down to your office now and I’ll properly introduce you to your immediate staff?” “That sounds wonderful.” He stood, buttoning his suit coat, and again she found herself staring. Payton was a very striking man; his confidence was obvious in the way he carried himself. There was something about him that… Olivia was lost in these strange thoughts when she suddenly felt her left heel snap and she began to lose her balance. The folders she was carrying flew into the air, sending papers flying. Before she could fully comprehend what was happening, Payton reached out and caught her before she could tumble completely to the ground. As realization sank in, she broke out in an uncharacteristic laugh, as she found herself resting in Payton’s strong arms, surrounded by a virtual snowfall of documents. “Well… that was graceful!” she joked. He smiled and helped her regain her footing. As she bent down to remove the broken shoe, she noticed two people standing in the open doorway of her office. “Excuse us, Mrs. Marshak,” came the quiet voice of her secretary, Molly Gerard. “Mr. Marshak is here to see you. I didn’t realize you were in conference.” Randy stood behind Molly, slightly slack-jawed, taking in the strange scene before him. After a slightly awkward beat, Olivia cleared her throat and spoke. “Randy! Oh, honey, hello! I didn’t realize…” she looked around the room as everyone stared at her. “Uh, Molly, sweetie, will you please do something about this?” She handed the confused woman her broken shoe. “It just… snapped right out from under me. Fortunately Mr. McClaine was here to…” “Randy Marshak!” Olivia turned to see Payton bounding across the room toward her husband, his hand extended and a Texas-sized smile plastered across his face. “I can’t believe I finally get to meet you. It’s a pleasure, sir. I’m a big fan.” “Thank you,” Randy said cautiously, still carefully watching Olivia. “And you would be?” “Randy, this is Payton McClaine, chairman of McClaine Oil. He’s heading up the Oil Division here at Drummond now.” “I see.” She could tell he still didn’t completely understand. “Molly?” Olivia gently nudged her secretary. “The shoe?” “Oh, right away, Mrs. Marshak.” She rushed from the room, closing the door behind her. Payton continued to pump Randy’s hand. “I’m a huge fan of your work. As a matter of fact, Olivia and I had a pleasant conversation about your work just the other night.” “Oh, really?” Randy shot Olivia a knowing glance, but she avoided his gaze. “What brings you by, darling?” Olivia asked, leading the men toward the sitting area. “I thought you might like to know that I finished my manuscript.” “Oh, honey, that’s… fantastic.” She tried to sound happy for him, but in truth, she felt terribly irritated that Randy had shown up in the middle of her meeting with Payton. “Congratulations.” Payton extended his hand again and Randy accepted it. “Can’t wait to read it. You just finished it today?” “Thank you,” he said flatly. “Yesterday, actually.” “Really?” Payton glanced at Olivia. “How come you’re just now finding out about this, Olivia?” The Marshaks shared an awkward glance that brought Payton a twinge of joy before Randy finally responded. “Well, I’ve been working day and night on this thing for a while and, well, I guess I was asleep when Olivia came home last night.” Asleep and in your study, Olivia thought bitterly. Another awkward silence filled the room. Deciding he’d enjoyed himself enough for one day, Payton slapped his hands on his legs and stood up. “Olivia, why don’t we just reschedule our meeting for later this afternoon? There’s a few calls I need to make to some folks back home. Just give me a call whenever you’re ready.” She smiled and escorted him to the door. “Thank you… and I’m sorry,” she whispered. He winked at her as she closed the door and she felt a shiver go down her spine. Olivia paused for a moment, collecting herself before she pasted on a fake smile and turned to face Randy. He stood there, glaring at her with that damned judgmental expression he used on the kids. “What’s with the face?” she asked. “I guess I thought you’d be happier that I was finished, Liv.” “I am happy, Randy,” she sighed, returning to her desk. “Really, it’s fabulous.” “Well, you sure don’t seem very thrilled.” “Honey, I was just in the middle of something very important when…” Randy laughed. “Oh, come on, I saw what you were in the middle of. I guess falling into a handsome man’s arms is ‘important’ and my little book is, you know, just another little thing…” “Randy, lower your voice. I broke my heel. It was nothing.” “It didn't look like nothing, Olivia. In fact, the whole thing looked rather staged if you ask me.” “Randy, for God's sake!” she exclaimed, slamming
her hand on her desk. “Look, I’m happy you’re finished your damned book,
okay? If it means that you might come out of that damned study for a
while and spend some time with me, then, well, I’ll plan a freaking
parade! Are you happy now?” “Randy… come on, wait…” “You know,” he said, his back to her. “I don't know why I bother with you anymore, Olivia! It's all about this company anymore. Ever since the Old Man retired, it's all you think about. You live and breathe Drummond Enterprises.” She took a deep breath and crossed the room. She gently stroked his face, trying to make him understand. “Of course I do. You knew I was going to be focused on the company when I took over. We spent hours talking about it. This company is my legacy, Randy, it's… it's our legacy.” “What about my books?” he asked. “What about the name I’ve made for myself? The Marshak name? When people think of Drummonds they think of corporate politics, backstabbing, power. When they think of the name Marshak, they think of me, Olivia! They think of my books!” Olivia rubbed her temples, trying to find a common ground in this conversation. “Randy… What is the point of all this? Why did you come here? To yell at me some more? To tell me again how bad and corrupt my family is? Really, I thought we had gotten past all of this years ago.” Randy just shook his head. This is all so
pointless, he thought. Michael seemed to
be the only person who gave a damn that he had actually written a book.
Why didn't anyone else see what a big deal that was? “Working on it,” came the slightly frazzled voice of her secretary. “Good.” She sat back and closed her eyes for a moment, trying to relax. After a few moments of consideration, she buzzed the intercom again. “Molly, see if you can’t find me a few aspirin and make lunch reservations for myself and Payton McClaine at The Lavender Room.” Olivia wondered when it had become preferable to share her meals with a complete stranger as opposed to her husband. ********** Standing alone in his still-empty office, Payton McClaine stared out over the quiet morning streets of Autumn Lake and pressed a series of buttons on his cell phone. “I was hoping you’d call,” purred Shelby Dunne after a few rings. “I just had the most interesting meeting with Olivia… and Randy.” “The gang’s all there, huh?” “Indeed,” he laughed. “And, as we hoped, all is clearly not well in Marshakland.” “Which makes things even easier for us,” Shelby noted. “Right. Marshak finished his latest book. That explains why he’s been a hermit for the last few days.” “That’s okay, I’ve been able to dig up a few chestnuts on him.” “Really?” Payton closed his office door. “Do tell…” SCENE FOUR - Autumn Lake Memorial Hospital Diana stepped out of Dr. Bennett’s office and exhaled deeply. She knew this time would come, but she never expected it to be so soon. She had to talk to Will about the real reason she had come back to Autumn Lake, and, if Dr. Bennett was correct, she had to do it now. Clutching her bag tightly to her side, she made her way to the Chief of Staff’s office. She was halfway there before she realized that nothing had changed about the route in the entire three years she had been gone. The paint was the same, the floor tiles the same… As she turned the corner leading to Will’s suite, she saw Karen coming from the opposite direction. Great, Diana thought. I really don’t want to deal with this right now. “Karen! Hello! Off duty today?” She indicated Karen’s workout gear. “Yes, as a matter of fact,” Karen said, feeling panicked but working hard to keep it hidden. “What brings you by? If you’re here to see Ross, he's…” “Actually, no…” Diana stammered. “I thought I’d… I mean, I have to see Will…” Karen’s blood ran cold. “Will?” “Yes. About the children.” “He's gone.” Karen spat. The words were out of her mouth before she could even craft a logical reason. “Out of town.” “What? But I was told…” “Will worked the overnight shift so that he could make the morning plane to San Francisco. That’s why I’m here; just dropping off some files for him.” Diana felt her stomach drop. “San Francisco? What on earth is he going all the way out there for?” “Medical conference,” Karen lied. “It came up out of nowhere.” “Well, I remember how those things happen,” Diana sighed. “Listen, I really need to speak to him. I know this is… awkward, but I assure you it’s only about the children.” Karen could tell that something was seriously wrong and, for a moment, she felt genuine concern. “Of course… is everything all right? I mean, is there anything you can tell me?” “No,” Diana said, the word sounding a bit sharper than intended. “No, I appreciate that. I’ll just see him when he gets back.” She gave Karen a weak smile and turned to walk away. “Diana,” Karen called out. “How long are you planning to be in town for?” “Well, it looks like I’m here to stay,” Diana said. “I need to be with the kids.” She pointed to Karen’s belly. “You’ll know how that is soon enough.” Karen gave a slight laugh as Diana walked away. As soon as she was out of view, she leaned against the wall for support. No, she thought. This is impossible. There is no way this is happening now. And why did I tell such a stupid lie? This was all going wrong too quickly. It was one thing to keep Will and Diana apart for a day or two, but now she was here to stay. Karen had already told one lie, almost instinctively, she’d practically blackmailed Ross and Emily and now Diana had some… matter that she needed to discuss with Will about the kids. What the hell is going on? Karen thought. I cannot let this happen. Not when things are finally going right. I just can’t. Don't miss an episode! Join our episode notification list by clicking below...
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