Vegas is hot and dusty, and I’m still grumpy and tired. The day is tiring, and my hair has endlessly stuck to my face in this humidity. We flew out here right after Sophie was taken away by the care worker and Jake’s mother, Sylvana Carrero, the beautiful, kind goddess with stunning green eyes who looks so alarmingly like her son but very feminine. I love her in every way; anytime I meet her, she has this easy charm and the ability to put one at ease, much like he does.

I fought ...