Chapter 108

But between Ellison's overprotective nature and the crew's "Keep Absidy alive" mantra, they would probably physically tether me to a pole before they'd let Poh turn me in to the police. Especially now that I was pregnant. Ugh, this constant waffling back and forth was making me hurt.

"I'll tell him," I said, grazing my broken, gloved hand across my belly. I would tell him afterward, once the Ringers promised they would let us through and Poh and I came back aboard.

Ellison absently picked at the fibers on the blanket next to my arm. "And when you tell him, you both need to decide whether you want to keep the baby."

I zeroed in on her red-rimmed eyes and the set of her jaw for an indication of what she thought. But other than the tears drying on her face, the only thing that showed emotion in her usually stoic persona was her firm grip on my hand.

"What do you think I should do?" I asked.

She shook her head. "That's not my decision to make, Abs."