INT. SAFEHOUSE. LIVING ROOM. MORNING
Lucas is looking at the photo of his girlfriend. He smiles sadly knowing he’ll never be able to
see her again or the child she’s carrying. She’s three months pregnant. Sandra walks up behind him, seeing the photo.
How far is she along?
Lucas puts away the phone quickly.
Three months, two weeks.
She doesn’t show much. Must be nice.
She always wanted a big house. Something to call our own.
I guess that’s not going to happen now.
( sorrow chokes her voice )
So am I. So am I.
Before Lucas walks into the kitchen, Sandra stops him, by asking him a personal question.
So you did this, just to give a better life.
I guess so.