“I’m not sure this is a good idea.” I worry my bottom lip between my teeth as Taylor stands at the end of my bed holding a kitten.

This is not how I thought today was going to go. I was fully prepared to go home and tell my sister all the details, or at least some of them, but Taylor tossed that out the window. First he told me I was going home with him, but I protested, saying all my stuff was at my apartment. Then he agreed to give me a lift home, where I thought he would drop me off. ...