"Take the money, Grace. For your ticket."

"I'll make it on my own. Done it before, I'll do it again."

She pulled the coat close to her.

"Where are you going to go?"

"I'll figure it out, one way or another. Maybe I'll flip a coin."

"Don't do that."

"That's what you did, flipped a coin, called me up, took me out on the town."

"Grace…"

"Doesn't matter now I suppose. Have a nice life Tommy."

"It would never have worked. The two of us."

"Goodbye."

"You're home early."

Grace rested her eyes on him, her naive, stupidly unaware fool of a husband.

He kissed her on the cheek.

Her secret was that she'd made the greatest mistake of her life. May had been right all along except for one caveat: It was Tommy's child. Her husband was sterile.

I am having this child. I am having this child.

She knew she was going to name the child Charlie and that he would be part of his father's life.

I will find a way for Charlie's sake.

She reached into her reticule and stopped as a primly folded piece of paper caught her eye. A check? A note? Blackmail?

She opened it, delicately unfolding the pristine white leaves with one sentence.

Let me know when the child is due.

A small smile spread across her lips and tears clouded her eyes.

"Damn you Tommy Shelby," she whispered, bringing a hand to her mouth before turning the paper over with a phone number.

Apparently her secret wasn't much of a secret after all and THAT was perfectly fine with her.