"Who is that?" I point to the picture of a teenage girl and a small girl with cake on their faces.
"Which one?" Gill asks.
"The brunette." She's beautiful.
"That's the reason Paul is in the states right now. That's his sister, Denise. I think she's just a shy of a few months younger than you." Gill answers back as he tries to put on his seat belt.
Before I could say anything more, Gill adds on, "She's also quite a pain the ass. No good for you, Harry."
I look at him and give up on the topic. I didn't even know Paul had a younger sister. Oh well, what Paul does is his business. He deserves a break. I look at the picture one last time as I start the car and drive to the cafe to meet up with the others.
"Harry.. I just can't do this anymore.. It's not working between us." I slowly whispered to him.
"What!? How can you say that? Things have been going great? Have.. have I done something?" He almost sobbed.
"No no, it's not you.. It it's me. I just have to go."
"No. Please don't do this. I.. I love you Abby."
"I'm sorry Harry."
I turned away from him and tried to get out as quickly as I could. I ran out the door and broke down crying. I just couldn't do this to him, it would ruin his career and his life.
I slowly walked out his apartment building and past the few teenage girls waiting outside. One of them noticed me and shouted "It's Abby! Abby Holloway!" I started to run and got to my car before too many people noticed me. I just sat there for a while and cried. I knew what I did to Harry wasn't fair, but how could I tell him I was pregnant? He's only 22 years old and I didn't want him throwing away his life for me.