Back home, I was lying in bed thinking about the strange incident that occurred at the end of our date. 

I had to take Mason to the hospital as he complained about a burning sensation in his right arm. I thought he had a low threshold for pain until the nurse rolled up his sleeve, revealing a big, fresh burn mark. The doctor kept asking him how he got a second-degree burn, but he swore it wasn’t there before his fall on the street. 

It was bizarre. “Someone pushed me. My ...