I can’t believe I’m this nervous to walk into a place that’s mine; what the hell! I walked in the door, not knowing what to expect. All the way here, I imagined her meeting me at the door, but I could never see beyond that. What would we say to each other? Will there still be tears in her eyes? How hurt was she?

I’d promised myself to put an end to this farce as soon as I saw her; it had gone on long enough. I’m not sure what Lyon expected me to get from this, but so far, all ...