I stood in his living room, let Daniel babble. When he paused, I told him to call Gabi’s mother and that I had to leave. He called after me but I didn’t stop.
I ran to my car, jumped in, straight to the hospital, had an abortion. As it was early it was called a ‘menstrual extraction’ and I was released almost immediately after.
I felt free, I felt I had gotten a second chance.
I was buoyant as I drove to my flat and began packing what I wanted to keep. Taking a break, I phoned Karrie, telling her to expect me, then back to my sorting. In two hours I was at my car, loading my possessions.
When finished, I stood, looking at the building, good bye, and rang my sister as I drove to her flat. When I arrived, after the usual openings, I told her I was leaving town. She should take the stuff I left and store it.
The rent was not due for two weeks. If she wanted, she could take on my lease for the time remaining. I know my sister, she was already calculating to sublet my flat at more than I paid and pocket the excess.
I gave her my keys, we hugged, I went to my car and began the long drive, away.
I’d call work on Monday, tell them whatever story I needed to explain why I was not returning which would help me get a good reference. Then I would start my life somewhere else.
Tomorrow I would call Daniel. I would tell him I had lost the baby and wanted an annulment of our marriage.