She opens the door, and finds Olivia standing in front of her. Amanda looks at her, in confusion.
"Olivia, what are you doing here?"
She shakes her head, "I don't know," she admits.
"Come in," Amanda motions.
Olivia steps in, and Amanda closes the door.
"What's going on?"
"I was out for a walk, and I just ended up here."
"What's wrong?"
"You were right," Olivia reveals.
Amanda points to the couch. Olivia follows her into the living room, taking a seat on the couch.
"What are you talking about?"
"You were right."
"Right, about what?"
"I was wrong."
"What happened?"
"I ended things with..." she trails off.
"The other guy?" Amanda guesses.
"Yeah."
"It didn't end well?"
"It didn't as easily as either one of us had hoped. We agreed that it was over."
"But?"
"It wasn't quite over."
"Is it now?"
"It has to be," Olivia insists.
"Everything happens for a reason. Maybe I am wrong. Maybe you are supposed to be with Cassidy."
"When I got home, earlier tonight, he was waiting on me. We had a huge argument about how I push him away, and how I feel like he's suffocating me."
"You said that?"
"Yeah," she confirms.
"So what happened?"
"He left. He told me to take all of the time, and space that I needed."
"Did you tell him about the other guy?"
"No."
"Do you think that he knew?"
"No."
"So it's over with him, too?"
"Yeah."
"I'm sorry."
"Me too."
"Maybe it's for the best. Right?"
Olivia doesn't answer.
"Is there something else?"
"I just don't know how I could have been so stupid. What was I thinking? I mean I am not a teenager. I know better. I knew what could happen, and I didn't care."
"Did something happen?"
"Nothing, other than what always happens."
"It ends?"
"And I always end up hurt. This time I brought it on myself. I wasn't honest with Brian. The worst part is that I wasn't honest with myself. I don't know what made me think that I could make this work. What possessed me to think that any of this was ok?"
"Calm down."
"I am not this kind of person. I have never..."
"Olivia, it's ok. We all make bad choices sometimes."
"You're right."
"Maybe it's better that things ended. What if you had kept up with your juggling act, and something worse had happened?"
"Like what?"
"I don't know," she shrugs, "You could have gotten caught."
"That almost happened. Brian came by my apartment one day, and he almost caught us."
"How did you do it? I mean how did you find the time?"
She shrugs, "I honestly don't know."
"So now what?"
"No I feel like an idiot."
"It could have been worse. Brian could have found out about the other guy. Or someone else could have found out. It could have been worse in a lot of ways."
"Such as?"
"You could have ended up with some STD you can't get rid of, or worse."
"What is worse than that?"
"You could have ended up pregnant, and have spend the rest of your life with a kid that you didn't plan."
"That is not even a possibility."
"Are you sure?"
"Neither of those things are a possibility."
"You're sure?"
"First of all I would never have even considered doing what I did, without using protection every single time."
"It doesn't always work," Amanda reminds her.
"I couldn't get pregnant even if I wanted to."
"You're sure about that?" Amanda raises an eyebrow.
Olivia simply nods.
"I get the feeling there is something that you aren't telling me."
"A couple of years ago I decided that I wanted a baby."
"You don't have one."
"Not for lack of trying," she reveals.
"What do you mean?"
"The adoption agencies turned me down."
"So you just gave up?"
"No," Olivia shakes her head, "I wasn't with anyone at the time, but I decided that I couldn't wait any longer. I looked into fertility treatments."
"And?"
"After the consultation they told me that I could never carry a child."
"Why not?"