Dante shoots me a look of concern, then returns his attention to the young girl. “And is he? Your boyfriend? Your baby’s father?” “Yes,” she says, her voice firm. My whole world stops turning. I’m definitely going to be sick. I clamp my lips together because if I don’t, I will wail so loudly that the house will crumble to the ground. If I open my mouth, I will shriek and I will scream. I’ll call her a liar and demand she tells me the truth. My legs tremble. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can’t even be. Is Kristin the situation he was fixing?
