She leads me to the small seating area in the corner of the executive bathroom—one of the perks of my promotion that now seems almost laughable in its uselessness.
“It’s his, isn’t it?” she asks gently.
I nod, unable to speak through my tears.
“No. And he can’t. Not yet.” I look up at her, pleading. “Nat, you can’t tell anyone. Promise me.”
“Of course I won’t tell,” she assures me, squeezing my hand. “But Row, he’s going to find out eventually. You can’t hide a pregnancy forever.”
“I know.” I wipe my eyes, trying to regain composure. “I just need time to figure things out. To decide what I want to do.”
“You mean whether to keep it?” she asks carefully.
“Yes. No. I don’t know.” I press my hands to my face. “Every option seems impossible. If I keep it, I’m tied to Vince forever. If I
