I could walk away from all of it, I realized. I could go, have the abortion, break up with Neil, tell him I’d taken the job, and start completely over. Everything would go back to the way it had been before Neil had walked into Porteras.
But I could never go back to the way things had been the day before that flight to Tokyo had been delayed. I could never un-know Neil, or stop feeling the way I felt about him. I would probably never stop loving him.
I could stay with him. I could have his baby. Or not. The clock was ticking, and I didn’t know what I was going to do.
What the hell was I going to do?