Mama Pat is my savior. She picks me up from Dante's house, and I don't think I've ever been happier to have a mama hen in my entire life.

The moment I slide into her car she looks me up and down. "Need to talk about it, honey?"

I shake my head. If I say a word about Dante, I'll lose my carefully maintained self-control, and I'm barely holding myself together as it is.

"Thank you for coming to get me," I tell her. "Normally I'd have called Jack, but he ...