Skeleton and Demons part III by Carol Naylor
"Oh shit, shit, shit!" He reached for a double whisky to numb his senses, downed that one and reached for another. When Jane phoned him he felt too inebriated to answer or listen to her message on his voicemail. He undressed, then carelessly threw his clothes onto the floor and fell into bed hoping to wake up sober enough to deal with it all. What a mess! Saturday was another chilly day as Dave wrapped up warmly and rushed to King's Cross station. He felt absolutely lousy and regretted the whisky. It hadn't solved his problem or made his life any easier. The dark clouds overhead made him feel tense. He knew that the next few hours would be crucial for his marriage, his own sanity. He did not relish the thought of Jane finding out. Perhaps Sue would excuse herself from the reunion and he would escape from his overburdening sense of guilt? Perhaps, perhaps? He just couldn't face the truth, that was the reality of it. He would be meeting Jane and his daughters ...