Emily opened the door. “Of course, it is Owen’s,” she said, eyes wide. “I could get an abortion.”
“Do you want an abortion?” Megan asked.
Emily ripped open another package and groaned, sinking down onto the floor with her face in her hands. “I don’t know. No. Does anyone ever really want an abortion? They just don’t want to be pregnant. I don’t want to be pregnant. F-k!” She swore again. “F-k! I am pregnant.”
“Alright, well, let’s try it this way,” Megan sat down on the floor next to her. “Do you want a baby?”
“I dunno,” Emily muttered into her hands. “I don’t know.”
“Do you want Owen’s baby?” Megan asked gently as she put her arm around her shoulders and rested her head against Emily’s.