He marched forward, unable to see more than a few feet in front of him. He had no destination; he’d had an overwhelming need to put distance between him and Emma. He’d felt so close to her all day, and then her bombshell had made him look at her and see a stranger. Wasn’t that what she was? Sure, they’d hung out back in the day, but he hadn’t seen her for ten years, and here he had thought a couple of orgasms meant they had a future together. He didn’t know if he could handle being with someone who’d made the same selfish decision as his ex-wife. Of course, Emma had a right to make choices about her own body. And she hadn’t been with the guy who’d impregnated her when she’d made the choice to have an abortion. Undoubtedly, she’d made the decision she’d had to at the time. He sighed. He stopped walking and noticed he was in front of the track field, a good mile from where he’d started out. He slowly turned around, shuffling back toward the heart of campus.
