Saturday morning, waking with a pounding headache and swollen eyes, she decided to call out sick.  Never missing a shift since her first day of employment, everyone hoped rest and plenty of fluids would help.  Reading Andrew’s message before phoning Sugarsin, Hannah retreated back to bed, Oscar nestling near her head on the pillow.  She let herself wallow in misery and confusion.  Time on her hands to think about their conversations from the moment they met, it seemed Andrew admitted liking something about her that he couldn’t put a finger on.  Was he the type of man to pursue someone until the mystery was solved and move on to the next girl?  How could she be certain this was something she could bank money on?<br/><br/>Day two, she gave herself permission to wallow with the stipulation life would resume on Monday.  Leaning against a window frame and idly observing life below, she contemplated the future.  The tall man had wormed his way into her heart. Where would she and Andrew be in a year?  Would they still be dating?  If she never shared flying with him, would it leak out unexpectedly years later and how would he react?  She knew if something was hidden from her, it would hurt, possibly injuring the trust between them.  Imagining the shoe on the other foot, her course of action lay clear now.  It was better to share the secret and get it over with, quick.  Like ripping off a bandage, it would be painful at first but easier to endure than doing it slowly, prolonging the pain.  The nest egg was ready should she need to flee in a hurry.  Mind made up, she felt more energetic and decided on a cup of tea.  She’d send Andrew a text in the evening after figuring out the best way to break the news.