Tara wanted to be furious as she drove away, but she wasn’t. She was hurt. She knew Rick was staying with Aaron and Michelle. She’d sensed him there, but dismissed her instincts since she never thought he’d come back. 
Instead of confronting the two people she thought cared about her, Tara went home, grabbed a tub of ice cream and the remote, and turned off her phone. 

The next morning Tara woke to pounding. She hadn’t had anything to drink so she knew the pounding was outside, and that it wasn’t likely to stop until she opened the door. 

Heaving herself out of bed, Tara groaned, wishing she didn’t have to get up. When the pounding came again she tied a bathrobe around her waist and went to let in her visitor. 

Not that she didn’t know who it was. 

Tara unlocked the door, knowing he would hear the click, then turned to go to the kitchen. If she was going to survive her morning she was going to need copious amounts of coffee. 

“Are you even going to let me explain?” Aaron said when he reached the kitchen. 

Tara just looked at him. She didn’t really want excuses, but she knew that was exactly what she was going to get. Might as well dive in head first. 

“Why don’t you start at the beginning. We’ll go from there.”