I avoided Declan for the rest of the week, because I wasn’t sure how to feel about him. I made up excuses every time he tried to set up a date, and Marcella would shake her head at me disapprovingly, which intensified the guilt I was feeling. My feelings for Declan were so strong that the idea of hurting him seemed to hurt me too.
Still, I wasn’t sure what to do about the story. I had so many questions. Did Cassandra tell the truth? Was Declan really the type of man to force a woman to get an abortion?
I didn’t have the chance to really figure things out because Miranda wanted the story out as soon as possible. In fact, she was thrilled when I submitted the first draft on Friday—she even smiled at me for the first time since I started working with her. But that didn’t change anything, I felt dirty, and I was beginning to lose myself.
“I’m just not sure how to face Declan after this,” I confided in Marcella as we went through magazines together.