I shut the front door behind me and barely got three steps into the house before Blake’s mother, Jane, called my borrowed name.

“Blake, honey, can we talk for a moment?”

My borrowed heart thumped once, too loud. I turned from the hallway and stepped into the living room where she stood with that motherly expression that was never harsh but somehow saw everything.

“You were very well behaved tonight,” she said. “You did not tease anyone. You did not prank anyone. And you were ...