Chapter 12Ana curled up on her bed with a single glass of wine and resisted turning on her laptop. Ben was probably at the concert, so he wouldn’t be around to chat or e-mail. But that didn’t make a big difference, because she wasn’t sure she wanted to talk to him. Every time she read one of his e-mails, her resistance wavered. She knew what she needed to do. She knew she made the right decision.
But if it was right, why was it so f*****g hard?
She was a coward. If she had been less cowardly, she would have broken up with him before she left. And she had considered telling him her decision in e-mail, but that seemed like a really awful thing to do. She could at least break-up with him face-to-face. But if she did that, he’d try to stop her. So that left the phone, but didn’t he deserve b
