The Stranger in My Home

Can you pinpoint the exact moment

you lost your innocence?

For me, it was a series of them,

like dominos falling.

Unstoppable.

Shattering my life, piece by piece.

My mom literally hates me.

I mean, she loves me,

but like a stalker loves her victim, you know?

I... My coach is out of town this week

and guess who's filling in?

There it is!

Five, six, seven, eight, go!

Sharp!

Move, sharper!

Yes! Beautiful, Katie!

You guys bring that kind of heat to Regionals next month,

we are gonna crush!

Veronica, show me your thigh stand.

Yeah, watch the wobble.

It's cause Maddie's grip is off.

Her grip is fine.

You wanna put your heel in the pocket.

Katie, will you show her?

Come on. (CLAPS)

Now look, see how she's got her weight on the balls of her feet?

You're not even a real coach.

Sorry, what was that?

I said, "Okay, sounds good, Coach."

-Ah. -(PHONE RINGING)

I need a minute, guys.

Maddie, get ready for your double basket.

Okay.

Hey, honey, is everything okay?

Steve had the fucking nerve to call and tell me

that the publisher's looking to trim fat.

Basically telling me that I could be on the chopping block.

Oh, I'm sorry, Jeff. That sucks.

Hey! (GIGGLES)

He knows that I've been in a slump

and he thinks that this is gonna help.

-(THUD) -(CROWD GASPS)

I have to go.

I guess she didn't place her heel in the pocket.

-(MADDIE WHIMPERING) Maddie, Maddie! Honey!

Okay. Okay.

-Try not to move your arm. -(CRYING)

I think it's broken. You're gonna be okay.

Come on, I'm gonna take you to the hospital.

Come on. Help me get her up.

Help me. Gentle, gentle.

Come on. It's okay. You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay. Come on.

That's it for today, everybody.

I know, I know, you're working.

I... It was a disaster, Jeff.

You said Maddie's gonna be okay.

Her arm is broken. She's gonna miss Regionals.

I feel awful.

Well, you can't blame yourself.

It was my call that distracted you.

Besides, parents know how dangerous cheerleading can be.

Simone trusted me to fill in for her for one day

and look what happens.

Ali, it's not your fault.

Yeah.

Kids get hurt in sports all the time, babe.

I know.

Don't forget, dinner party's set for next Friday.

I'm heading to the store.

Bye.

Give it back!

Let's see what Mommy's little angel has been up to.

Oh, he's hot. Who's Jordan?

Does Mommy know you're texting a grown-ass man?

You did it on purpose, didn't you?

Maddie's in the hospital, Veronica.

Wouldn't have happened on Coach Simone's watch.

That's for sure.

Just give me my phone.

Hang on. I'm texting.

"Hey, Jordan.

"I'm bored AF.

"Send me a pic of your...

-"eggplant emoji!" -No. Stop.

Sent. (LAUGHS)

I think I'll hold on to this for the rest of the day.

Hey, Craig.

You're not leaving, are you?

Jordan's hard at work.

I'll be back before you know it.

I bet I will know it.

-(STARTS VEHICLE) -(SIGHS)

Ali Mitchell?

Yes.

I'm Tom Truby, um...

This is awkward.

I'm here about Katie.

Is everything okay?

Did something happen at school?

No. Nothing like that. Um...

Katie was born at St. Julian's Hospital

between March 27th and 29th, 15 years ago,

is that right?

I'm sorry, what is this about?

No, I'm the one who's sorry.

I have two daughters, my oldest goes to Wolk High,

and if somebody showed up at my doorstep

asking questions about her I'd probably freak out.

But, um...

Well, my wife died.

-Oh. -Um.

Would it be okay if I come in?

Uh, we really need to talk.

Sure.

Jeff?

Thanks.

Beautiful daughter.

-Hello? -(CLEARS THROAT)

Oh, hi. Tom Truby.

Jeff Mitchell.

Of course. I know who you are.

Oh, if this is about my work,

I'd prefer all inquiries to go through my agency.

No, no, that's not why I'm here. Um.

Why are you here?

I wanted to tell you in person.

My wife, Bella, had ovarian cancer.

It was a genetic mutation of the BRCA gene and, um,

we didn't know it until it was too late.

I am very sorry to hear about your wife,

but what does this have to do with Katie?

Um, after Bella died,

I had my three kids tested for the genetic mutation

and they all tested negative, but...

My 15-year-old Liv wasn't a match at all.

She wasn't a match for my DNA,

or my wife's.

Um...

I think you have my baby.

No.

There must have been a mix-up at the hospital.

-(CHUCKLES) -No.

We have your baby?

There were nine children born at St. Julian's

between the 27th and the 29th,

six of them are boys and the only other girl

was of a different ethnicity.

You'll need to do a DNA test

and if I'm right you'll probably wanna

have Katie tested for the BRCA mutation

as soon as possible.

The bracelets.

Katie had a little bracelet at the hospital

that matched the one that they put on me.

Yeah, Liv was a preemie,

she was taken straight to the intensive care.

St. Julian's doesn't put the bracelets on

until after the baby is considered stable.

Katie was premature, too.

She was.

You need to leave.

Uh, okay.

Let me, uh, leave you my, my number.

Just go.

It's not true.

I would know, Jeff.

I... I would know if she wasn't mine.

Yeah.

Do you think he'll try to get custody?

That is never gonna happen.

No court is gonna take a 15-year-old

from the loving family she grew up in.

Yeah.

No matter what the DNA test says.

-She's ours. -Yeah.

-Exactly. -Exactly.

Why would we get this stupid test done?