My sobriety came in an instant—sharp and sudden. Without thinking, I shoved the man off me. He wasn’t prepared for it, and he fell hard to the floor.

I sat up on the bed, my feet hitting the cold ground, and instinctively reached out in the darkness, searching for the light switch. I needed to see him. I needed to know who he was. Why, before stepping into this room, had I mistaken him for Zachary?

The emotional side of me made me sick to my ...