“No, you don’t,” I said hoarsely. “I love that girl. Like, I really fucking love her, and I can’t cope with knowing she’s in that house right now. I lose sleep worrying about her.” Blowing out a shaky breath, I said, “I got a call off Dennehy today. They’re coming down to see me this Saturday. I’ll more than likely know by the end of the week if I’m in or not—”
