We were talking about engagement when my boyfriend, Jack, had to go to war. I was so afraid of losing him; the only way I could stay sane  was to dance. I became very good and critics praised me, but I could feel was the ache in my heart, no knowing whether the love of my life would ever return. And then one day a letter from him came:"I have lost my leg. I am no longer a whole man and now give you back your freedom. It is best you forget me." I made my decision there and then I left the city. When I returned I had bought myself a cane  and learned to limp convincingly. I told everyone I had been in a car crash and that my leg would never completely heal again. My dancing days were over. No one suspected the story. And I made sure the first person to hear of my accident was a reporter. Then I travelled to the hospital. They had pushed him outside in his wheelchair. I leaned on my cane and limped to him. I told him he was not the only one who had lost a leg, even if mine were still attached to me. I showed him newspaper clippings of my accident. " There is a whole life waiting for us out there! And I am not going to carry you--you are going to walk yourself." I limped a few steps towards him and showed him what I'd taken out of my pocket." Now show me you are still a man," I said. He bent to take his cane and struggled out of that wheelchair. I could see he had not done it before, because he almost fell on his face. But I was not going to help. Finally he managed it on his own and walked to me and never sat in a wheelchair again in his life. What I showed to him was engagement rings. And I would limp with him for the rest of life. What decision did the author make after she received Jack's letter?
To see Jack in the battlefield. To leave the city for travel. To give up dancing. To see a reporter.