RUBY
Choose, Ruby. What do you want?
That question sat with me for two weeks. Maybe even later than that. I thought I knew. And I thought it was Austin.
But now, I began to question everything. My sanity included.
Here I was questioning everything Austin and I had and what Troy had done to me. One had a clean record and the other, a stain that could not be washed.
It was that bad.
Not to mention the fact that I was constantly reminded about the baby. I'd had nightmares for days over it. Where I couldn't either get back to sleep or would be too afraid to.
That had been the routine for days. Work, home, awkward meeting with Austin, avoiding Troy, tried to sleep or not at all. The same fucking thing over and over again.
What did I really want?
I didn't know.
What I did know was that I was not happy. I hadn't been since the morning after that night.
