My expression defined how I felt at that moment.
So much that the second I got home, Emery greeted me with a concerned question. “What's wrong? Surely your day couldn't be so bad, right?”
I had to draw in a breath before collapsing on the couch, unsure how to even break the news to her. What would she even do? How would she react?
Either way, I knew I had to let her know.
“Dale was at the company today.” My voice was slightly gruffy.
“Really? What was he doing there?” Her confusion was justifiable. She had no idea I still talked to Dale.
Or even anything that was taking place in my life so far.
Which would make telling her this a little harder, because in one way or another, I was at fault in all this.
If I hadn't entertained Dale's return initially, there wouldn't have been a rea
