“He’ll be here in a couple of minutes. Say it again!” — Evelyn. “With all your phobias and moving from a sick head to a healthy one.” “Or leave!” Maybe this is my chance to run away and not get involved in this? But I’m staying. I need this “job,” this money, these opportunities! — “I’ll never, ever look at your guy,” I say, feeling incredibly stupid as I do. Promises are promises, but what about the fact that I already slept with him… I looked at him—three days ago, not ‘someday’?” — “Andrey! Meet Anya! Our future child’s mother!”