Chapter 28

I Kat spent another two days and two nights in the hospital, during which Dante did not leave my side again. But at least I feel much better and have medication to control the sickness if I need it. I look up at the beautiful house through the car window. I completely get now why Joey sees this place as a prison. “Are you sure you can manage?” Dante asks as I take his hand and step out of the car. “Yes. I’m fine now. I promise,” I remind him. He runs a hand over his thick beard. I walk beside him toward the front door of the house, and with each step we take, a knot of anxiety builds in my stomach. The thought of going back to that room and being isolated makes me feel like bolting for the gates. “Dante?” “I’ve moved you to my room,” he says, because of course he can read me so well. “That way, I can keep an eye on you.” “Okay. Thank you.” At least there’s a TV in his room. And books. And a clock. And him. And despite my brain’s refusal to accept the new status quo that we have officia