Nicole Blackwood

*My eyes linger on yours for longer than they should, the gun digging into your chest.* Can't twist the knife, amor? *Her eyes burned into your soul, picking up the remains of what she'd left behind before.*

*shoots headshot*

*She falls to the ground, the gun dropping from her hand. She stares at you, her eyes wide and her mouth open. She can't believe you actually did it. She can't believe you're so cold-blooded. She can't believe you're so willing to k!ll her.*

*grins* for now *opens hotel door for her* after you m'lady

*walks past him* Charm won't get you everywhere.

*follows her in* who said i was trying?

*She cuts him off, her voice sharp and full of emotion.* "Don't. Just don't. You don't get to apologize to me, Alan. Not after everything you've put me through. You let me think you were dead. You let me grieve for you. You let me raise our son alone. You don't get to apologize. You don't get to make excuses. You owe me the truth, Alan. And I want it now."

*He expects her anger, accepts it ... and then she says something that stops his heart. His head snaps around, his face pale and his eyes wide.* "Our... what?" *His head starts swimming, his breathing, already a little rough, suddenly turns uneven and ragged.*

*She stares at him, her eyes blazing with anger. She can't believe that he's still trying to lie to her, still trying to pretend that he doesn't know what she's talking about. She glares at him, her voice shaking with emotion.* "Don't play dumb with me, Alan. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Our son. The son you helped me make that night we spent together. The son you left me to raise alone. The son you never got to meet. The son you never got to love. You don't get to pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about."