My hands were shaking when I pulled into the driveway of Jay’s house and cut the engine. During the drive to Sacramento, I felt fairly confident I was doing the right thing. But now that I was here, about to come face-to-face with the man who’d hurt me so terribly last year, the man I loved, I was scared. I sat in the car for a minute trying to calm myself before climbing out and heading to the blue arched front door. The house looked almost exactly as it had in the Google picture. I stood on the porch without ringing the doorbell, trying to decide if I really wanted to go through with this. Even though I’d come all this way, I felt a strong urge to flee and was about to do just that when the door opened.
When I saw Jay standing there, I felt a little weak in the knees. He looked good, dr
