I've heard Dante's mesmerizing voice say my name a hundred times before, but it's the last voice I want to hear right now. If I weren't stunned out of my mind with pain, I'd hang up, but Dante rushes on while I'm still trying to figure out how to handle this.
"Where are you?" he says. "At your place? Have you moved since the last time I was there?"
At least my shock has managed to completely shut down my sobs. But the panic is already setting in. He intends to come here.
"I'm fine," I force out through pain-clenched teeth. "I thought you were Jack. I'll be fine. I'm fine."
"Like hell you are. You can hardly even speak."
"I don't need you to come here. I'll call Jack. Jack will come." f**k - but Jack is at work for another eight hours. I rush on, "Or Mama Pat. She'll help me." I grimac
