I almost fell over when she said she was pregnant. The room started spinning and I wasn’t even sure where I was. Was I really in Vegas? Was I really awake? Was this really happening? I steadied myself and looked around to see the hotel room was still here and so was Vegas so I guess I was awake and it was really happening. But that realization just made me feel worse. Every thought I could possibly be thinking was going through my head at this moment. Every emotion that I could possibly be feeling I was feeling at this moment. This was a girl that I had loved and felt closer to than anyone else. She was also someone that I hung up on while swearing at and vowed to never speak to again. I had felt every emotion toward her that a human being can possibly feel toward one another. Or at least I thought I had. She was as coy as ever about the whole thing though. All she said was that she was willing to sit down and discuss everything with me. She refused to tell me anything else no
matter how nicely I asked. And then she hung up. Something wasn’t right here though. How long had she been pregnant? Since I left? Or did this just happen? Maybe she was lying about the whole thing. Any option seemed as likely as the next because I wouldn’t put anything past her but I needed to know. And I needed to know now. I could barely keep conscious although the alcohol in my system wasn’t a factor in that. My head was spinning because there were so many options now…so many choices…so many questions…so many possibilities. And there was only one thing I could do about all of it. I had to go back to Los Angeles.