“I don’t want to lose my best friend to England, I’ve said that from the start. But I could get over that if living there made you truly happy. However, I’m worried about you. I’m worried about your heart. You’ve fallen for some guy you don’t even know!”

I could feel my cheeks burning hot with indignation. “I do know him!” I yelled back, momentarily forgetting she was pregnant. “I know him! And he knows me. Better than anyone knows me.”

“Ouch.”

I winced, softening my tone. “I’m sorry . . . but it’s the truth. There are just some things even best friends can’t know about you. But Roane gets me and I get him. I didn’t come here expecting to find that, Greer, but you should be happy for me. I’m not saying I’m staying in England. But I’m not saying that I’m not either. That’s why I called. To prepare you . . . in case . . .”

“You’re in love with him,” she whispered.

I hesitated a second; the way I felt about Roane seemed too big sometimes. When I thought about it too much, those emotions seemed to fill up my chest, making it hard to breathe. “Yeah I am.”

“Evie.” She breathed my name. “I wish I could be there. I wish I could meet him so it would make me feel better about all this . . . but I know it’s not about me. I just . . . what if you don’t come home and you miss . . . I know I’m being selfish.”

“If I decide to stay, and there is a huge possibility I might,” I answered honestly, “I will fly to Chicago to see you, and then when the baby comes, I’ll find a way to fly over again.”

“To Chicago. You said ‘fly to Chicago’ not ‘fly home.’ That means you’re already thinking of England as your home.”

“Well, the truth is, if I decide to stay, it wouldn’t just be because of Roane, although he’s a massive part of the decision-making process. I’m happy here, Greer. I’m not trying to hurt you, and nobody will ever take your place in my heart . . . I’m just being honest. I haven’t felt this content in a long time. And I felt that way before Roane and I got together. It’s just now . . . I’m no longer just content. I’m blissfully fucking happy with him. I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”

I heard my friend sniffle. “I want that for you. I do. I’ll get over myself. I promise.”

“You don’t have to. You think it’ll be easy for me to stay here and not see you every week?”

“It better not be.”

I laughed at her petulance, but the laugh broke on a sob that took me by surprise. “I’m not making any decisions just yet. Okay.”