“Are you sure that you are going to be okay once I am gone?” Megan asked her as she prepared to leave.
“Are you going to be okay?” Emily replied. “More to the point, is James going to be ok? He looks like someone has kicked him in the balls.”
“Aww,” Megan pouted and glanced over Emily’s shoulders at the dejected drummer hovering in the background. “I would stay… If.”
“If what exactly?” Emily wondered.
“If I lived in the same f-ked up fantasy world as you and Owen. Not everyone can just throw everything in, quit their jobs, sell their houses, and run away with a band, Em.”
“I don’t know why not,” Emily replied. “It worked for me.”
“Did it?” Megan challenged her. “I don’t hear Owen going around crowing about being your baby-daddy, do I?”
Emily swallowed. “That is complicated.”