Wanna bet? You wanna try us, Indie? Because we’ve already agreed that you will not leave this house with Maggie. That is one hundred percent truth. And we’re no one to her? Really? I heard her calling Adam ‘Daddy’ last week. That’s no one?
Adam isn’t her daddy. Nathan is.
And Nathan is not here, so—
OK. Let’s start there. Why isn’t Nathan here, Donovan?
I couldn’t really tell you for sure. He was too young to be a father? He wanted to play football instead? He wanted to fuck girls in college and have a good time?
That’s not why and you know it. You can say all those nasty things to try to hurt me, or shock me, or whatever. But that’s not why he left and never came back. We both know one of you did something.
What did we do? Because I know for a fact, I didn’t do anything. I can count the number of times I’ve talked to Nathan St. James on one hand. And all of those conversations happened before you were fifteen. So, no. I didn’t do anything to keep Nathan away from you. He’s just a boy who walked away as far as I’m concerned.
Well. I’m happy to hear you weren’t involved. But aside from the fact that one of you got him arrested—
He was quickly released.
—he also called me once, you know. And he told me different.
When?
A few weeks after Maggie’s first Christmas.
Is that right?
Yup.
What did he say?
He said… “I hope you’re happy.” But it wasn’t sarcasm. It was real. He hoped I was happy.
Is that it?
No. That’s not it. He also said… he said he was sorry.
Sorry for what?
For cheating on me. And before you let that smug smile creep up your whole face, that’s not why he left, either. He didn’t leave me and Maggie for another girl. Or college. Or anything like that.
Then why did he leave?
Because he said he made a mistake. And once that was pointed out to him, he knew he could never be there for me the way you guys could. That’s how I know one of you said something to him.
Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you come tell us he called and told you those things?
Because I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to admit that…
Admit what, Indie?
That you guys didn’t really love me. That you were all just… afraid of me. That’s all. That’s the only reason you come, right, Donovan? To keep me sane? I have heard Adam say that so many times, I lost count. “You need to come right now, Donovan. She’s done something.” “You need to set her straight, Donovan. She said something.” What did I do? Huh? What did I do that was so bad, Donovan? What did I say that scared you guys? Three grown-ass men? Two of whom kill people for a fuckin’ living? How did I scare you? Can you tell me that, at least? Because I don’t understand what is so wrong with me. What do I do that scares you so bad? Do I stalk into your rooms in the middle of the night with a knife? Tell me.
There are a lot of question marks in that statement.
Only one counts. Why do I scare you?
First of all, McKay doesn’t really kill people for a living, so he’d probably appreciate it if you didn’t go around spreading that particular rumor.
Oh. Excuse me. He only trains killers. Got it. Big difference.
And you’re wrong, you know. We’re not afraid of you, Indie. We’re afraid for you.
What does that even mean?
It means that you disappear for two weeks with no word and then come back refusing to talk about it.
So? It’s my life, right?
You have a child. You can’t just—
Exactly. My. Child. Not yours. Not Adam’s. Not McKay’s. She’s mine.
Who did you think was taking care of her while you were gone on this trip, Indie?
You know who.
Adam and McKay?
Of course.
And what if they weren’t home when you decided to walk out? Then who?
That didn’t happen. They were home. I knew they were home.
OK. Let’s go back to that night. Walk me through your decision to leave. Can you do that?
…
Indie, I’m not judging you. I’m really not. You’re a good mother. You’re a very sweet girl.
But? There’s a but in there, right?
But… you do have to admit your life is far from normal. And you have done things—
Things you guys made me do!
I understand that. It’s about the things you do, but also the way you react after you do these things.
Because I’m mad at you right now? Because Adam took Maggie and I don’t know where she is?
You know where she is. He took her to the fuckin’ zoo.
Oh, God. The zoo. That’s perfect. Take her to the fuckin’ zoo. Maybe he’ll put her in a cage and wrap a snake around her too.
Uh… OK. Let’s talk about that for a moment. Why would Adam do something like that to Maggie? He wasn’t the one who put you in that cage, Indie. He didn’t wrap that snake around you. He saved you.
Did he? Do I look saved?
He brought you here. He gave you McKay and me.
To keep me sane.
So what? Does it matter why we’re here? We are here, right? We never left.
You left.
I did not. You knew where I was. You knew what I was doing. And any time you asked me to come see you, I did.
It’s not the same.
Well… I can’t take that back, Indie. The Company told me to become a doctor and—
PSYOPS!
I know that. I was there. But that’s not what I am now. You know that. You know I walked away from it as soon as the Company went down.
And you could’ve come home after that and you didn’t. You went to LA.
For my residency. Indie, it’s not fair. OK? I don’t live for you. None of us do. I have a life of my own.
Well… so do I. That’s what I was doing for those two weeks. I was living my own life.
It’s different.
No, it’s not. You get to be you and I get to be me. And Adam gets to be Adam and McKay—
It’s not the same and you know it. You know how I know it?
I’d love to hear your theory.