“I can’t,” I said again, this time weakly.
“Stop being a little bitch and man up,” she said. I had never heard Lana speak that way and it made me laugh. “I’m having Trevor email you the details. If you don’t book the flight, I’m doing it for you.”
I thought over my options. I could wait until William got back from his trip. We would talk, and I would explain what really happened. He would apologize for jumping to conclusions and I would apologize for not doing a better job explaining who Thomas was. We would make up. That was the best-case-scenario.
But it was just as likely that William would spend his vacation stewing in his anger, and he might not give me a chance to explain when he returned. That would make my own anger build, and we might never sort out the truth.
Lana had presented me with a third option. I could take charge, and make things right between us. I could admit that William was important enough to me that I would be willing to put the rest of my life on hold for him. I could go to him and make him listen.
If I listened to Lana, I risked regretting my actions. But if I didn’t listen to Lana, I could risk regretting everything. That wasn’t a risk I was willing to take. The decision was made.
“Okay. I’m going to Utah.”