Jonathan Goldstein

And to a goody two-shoes who thinks they're better than you, what could be more of a fuck you than a literal fuck you?

The words large and clear emblazoned across her family's garage door.

I turned to Clark to see what he makes of all this.

Is there something that you feel like we're just kind of missing or we're not getting at?

Clark stares straight ahead, watching his mom.

I can see he's thinking something through.

He makes a move towards the mic, but then shies away.

He's antsy, rising from his seat, settling back.

Eventually, I make a suggestion.

Do you just want to go in there?

Yeah, totally.

Clark gets up, leaves the control room, and makes his way to the studio to talk to his mom in person.

Watching him, I have no idea what he's up to.

Clark enters the room.

But it's not his mom he's addressing.

It's Tessa.

I take a deep breath as Clark begins to speak.

I'm not exactly surprised by Clark's question.

It's the same one he's been asking since the beginning.

Essentially, why did you do this to my mother?