"Maybe. Or maybe she'll stay. Either way, she deserves the choice I never got."
"And then?"
"Then I fly home. I marry Ryan. I live my life. And you become what you should have been all along — a stranger."
He was crying. I felt nothing.
"Goodbye, James."
I left him there, sobbing into his coffee.
I told Ryan everything on the flight home. He held my hand and didn't let go.
"What do you need from me?" he asked.