Lost is the only word to describe how I felt when I left Melanie. Lee drove me home, but I still had no clear plan in my mind for how I'd handle things with Valerie. I'd promised her once that no matter what, I'd be honest with her even if it wasn't what she wanted to hear. Our situation was different to how it was when I'd said it. Valerie was carrying my child, and my past had come back to haunt me.
The house was dark when we drove up the driveway. Lee put the car away in the garage, and I walked toward the front door with dread in my heart. I had no idea what to tell her. I had no idea what I was going to do either. My head was a fucked-up jumble of thoughts. I stopped and stared at my front door, the usual feeling of sanctuary I had when I saw it wasn't there. Instead of going inside, I made my way down to the gym.