So, she went to another hospital and scheduled an abortion.
After the procedure, pale and drained, Isla dragged herself home.
All she wanted was to find Evan, confess her sins to his face, and tell him how much she missed him.
Back in her cold, empty house, she'd restored everything to how it was before Evan left. But his presence was gone.
Numbly, she made two bowls of noodles, placing them where they'd sat that last night with Evan.
Then she grabbed a bottle of liquor and sat across the table.
"Evan," she murmured, "I made your favorite noodles. I dealt with Nathaniel for you. The pup's gone. When will you forgive me? When will you come back?"
Like she was numb to the world, Isla downed bottle after bottle, heedless of the damage.
She tried to drown her pain in alcohol, hoping it
