A man is consumed with jealousy over the father of a woman's baby, never suspecting that he himself is the child's father. As his resentment grows, the truth about the baby's paternity threatens to upend everything between them.
is that why you're killing yourself working night shifts Jesus Elliot if you can't afford to fucking Anna, maybe keep your pants on. Say something. You done?
Yeah. He thought I'd gotten some girl pregnant. Maybe it was better that way. Rent was paid, I had a new job, and finally, enough for the procedure.
What? That's how you answer me now. What do you want? Send me some money.
I sent you money last week. So? I don't have any more. Then figure it out.
I can't. Fine. I'll ask Lily. She's 16. Old enough to be useful.