They shouldn't stay with her. They shouldn't want to. They should just let her bury her face in her pillow for a month or so and not speak to a soul. She felt like she could do that. Easily. And she had been so certain that Adam would be mad at her for some reason, which didn't make sense if she really stopped to think about it, but some part of her still thought he should be. For lots of things. But most of all for running away and letting stupid things like this happen.

She stared at the floor. Only at the floor. She hadn't been ashamed over what she had done about the pregnancy, but she was sure as hell ashamed that everyone had found out. She bit the inside of her cheek and tried to breathe, just breathe. It wasn't working so well.