There are moments in life that a choice makes your life.
If I had the brain of a six year old I would forget fostering Owen, as if I had never thought of it. I’d find Kelly, say something, anything, to make him know I had changed my mind.
But I didn’t.
I had said what I did and had gone to bed as Evie the Hero who was going to foster a little boy with or without Kelly!
That was the moment Eve Samuels killed herself.
That was the moment everything I could be, could have, ended.
I ended it.
I didn’t think it would be fostering Owen versus being with Kelly. I thought I could have both.
I wound up with neither.