Isabel nodded, not wanting to imagine five years of hopes and dreams going up in flames. "I couldn't. Wouldn't. Somethings just aren't forgivable. And that's one of them."

"I'd be pissed if you did decide to wait around," she said with a stab at her own ice cream. "Go. Have fun. Travel. Go to Paris and have a whirlwind weekend romance with a hot guy. Go visit Paige and Lucas and flirt outrageously with Adam. Go do something that makes you happy."