"Tony?" She took a step back. "What are you trying to say?"
"I will take the child, Emily. He, she, whatever would be mine. You and I will leave together and raise our child."
"Our child?" Emily couldn't stop shaking her head the same way she kept moving back.
"Yeah," he said, closing the gap between them. "I know we can make it work. Together." He grabbed her hand. "Imagine it."
"Tony, the child has a father." Her back hit the door—there was nowhere else to go.
"And you don't love him." Tony said, "It's me you love, remember?"
He was close enough for her to perceive his cologne, and it only brought back memories. Memories of all that they ever had and shared. Memories of the first time she went to his house. Memories of their first kiss.
"Tony," she called his name but his proximit
