"I'm pregnant, Harry. But it might not be yours."
It won't be pretty what happens next, and she just offloaded the hell from her back onto his, but that's just potential energy converting to kinetic: It was hanging over both of them all the time, and only her cowardice kept it up there. Would you love me no matter what? is not an idle question, but neither is it one we can possibly answer, before the thing happens. He's hearing the story all at once, he can't be expected to measure out the days and weeks of pain she's held onto for him: Seen all at once, this doesn't look like dignity, or bravery, or integrity, or anything else that it is; it doesn't look like your finest hour, or your highest values. But you knew that when you walked in, which makes you ten times stronger. So you settle in, and you ride.
Harry acts the fuck out. Savi's repentance proves distractible. Everybody cheats on everybody. The show is called Mistresses. Cross your fingers for Sam, and welcome back Olivier. I think I like this show now.
JACOB CLIFTON is a freelance writer and critic based in Austin, Texas. He currently recaps The Killing, Pretty Little Liars, Ray Donovan, Mistresses, True Blood, and Defiance for TWoP. Jacob can be found online at jacobclifton.com, Twitter, and Facebook, as well as a regular column for Tor.com, Geek Love.