THE MAFIA BOSS OPENED THE WRONG DOOR—AND SAW THE ONE WOMAN HE WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO WANT

over coffee. Therapy sessions that became increasingly unprofessional and increasingly impossible to regret.

When my thirty days ended, I packed my things from the little room and stood in the kitchen, caught between the old life and the impossible new one.

Dominic came in and saw the bags.

“You need to decide,” he said.

“Decide what?”

“Whether you go back continue reading …