She stood in front of the mirror and stared at her own reflection. In the past few days, she had managed to grow even more uncertain about her decision. This baby, if there was in fact a baby, had the potential to bring such joy into the lives of Edmund and Cassie while simultaneously breaking her heart. She let her hand rest on her stomach for a moment as she thought about her options and the sobering fact that she really didn't have any left. She had made her decision. She had made Edmund a promise and now, she had a legally binding document that would take away any chance she had to change her mind.

The stack of papers seemed to taunt her as they sat on the desk by the door. She hadn't signed them, feigning a headache and asking Edmund to come back later. His desperation was showing and he hadn't pushed things. He'd simply left but not before asking if she needed anything, if she wanted anything, and if there was anything he could do to help. In truth, there was absolutely nothing he, or anyone else could do. She held the papers in her hand as she slowly walked towards the bed and lowered herself back down onto the edge.

The knock on the door made her stomach drop and she steeled herself to see his face. He'd want to know if she'd looked over the papers, if she had any questions. There were so many questions, but he didn't have the answers she needed. She placed the papers on the bed, before taking a deep breath and walking over towards the door.

"Jonathan," she said.

The relief was obvious both in her face and voice and he smiled as he gently brushed past her and walked into the room. "Well you certainly seem to be in a better mood today," he joked.

"Oh, I …" Her mind raced as she thought of the documents sitting out in plain view. "It was just … the other day when you came by, it just wasn't a good time and actually, it's still not really a …" She closed her eyes as she saw the papers in his hand.

His eyes were wide as he scanned the pages and then looked back at her. "What is this?"

She reached for the document, hissing with annoyance as he easily evaded her. "Jonathan, just give it to me. That's not yours. It doesn't have anything to do with you. You don't have any idea what it's about."

"I know that. That's why I'm asking you, what the hell is this? It looks like it's some kind of contract for a baby, but …" He looked at her again. "You didn't … you're not actually …"

"Just forget that you saw anything, alright. You've got no idea what's going on and it's not any of your business anyway."

"If it involves Edmund, I'm making it my business. That guy is insane. No one that's involved with him gets away unscatched. He destroys people and believe me, if you're getting mixed up in whatever he's got going on, you're going to get hurt in ways you can't even imagine."

"Jonathan, I've been taking care of myself my whole life. I don't need you or anyone else coming in and telling me how to live my life or who to spend time with." She moved towards the door quickly, pulling it open and gesturing towards the open threshold. "It's time for you to go."

He pushed the door closed and turned back to face her again. "If you think you can go head-to-head with Edmund, you're wrong. I know you've done some things in your life. I know you've hurt some people and maybe you even enjoyed it sometimes but you're not Edmund. You don't have that kind of darkness in you. You still feel things. You still have a soul. You still have heart. Edmund Winslow doesn't. He doesn't know how to care about people - not really."

"You're wrong, Jonathan. He does care about people. He cares about me. He cares about Cassie. He wants a family. He wants this ba-" She stopped herself, but not before seeing the realization in his eyes.

"Oh my God. You did, didn't you? You're having Edmund Winslow's baby?"

It had been nearly two hours since Jonathan had left. The look of something akin to horror that had passed across his face as she told the story still played in her consciousness. Why hadn't she seen this before? Why hadn't she recognized that this was a recipe for nothing but pain and disaster? Even if it did bring her redemption in the eyes of some, what she would lose might kill her in the process. How did that help her? How did that make that life any more worth living?

Telling Jonathan certainly wasn't something she'd planned and his reaction had been even more unexpected. He hadn't been angry or even judgmental as she'd expected he might be. He'd simply listened, taken it in, and then looked deeply into her eyes as if resigning himself to the fact that she'd made a choice she couldn't unmake.

"I hope you know what you're doing, D," he'd said softly before heading towards the door.

She wanted to scream at him to wait, to tell him that she didn't know, that she had no idea, that if she had the chance to go back and do it differently, to make another choice, a different one, that she would, but she'd forced herself to stay silent and simply watch as he walked away.

Now, she heard the familiar beep of a key card in the door. This would be the visitor she knew would come.

"Dinah?" His voice betrayed his concern as he stepped into the darkened room. "Are you alright?" She could hear his quickened footsteps as he made his way over to the bed.

"I'm fine," she said, hoping to avoid the third degree about her mood. "I'm just not feeling my best today. It's probably the hormones. They said sometimes it can cause some side effects, right?"

Edmund stood up straight, trying to steady his own now racing heart. "Yeah, you're right. They did say that, but you're sure it's just that, right? You don't need me to call anyone?"

"It's nothing, really. It's just a little nausea." That much wasn't a lie. She did feel sick, but it almost certainly had nothing to do with the injections. It was the sickness that could only be associated with knowing you'd made a mistake you'd have to live with for the rest of your life.