DANTE said as I closed my phone and carefully stuck it back into my bag. I attempted to keep my voice calm as I said, “Darryl just thought I should know that Wanda’s being questioned further today about Margaret’s murder.” “And he blamed you for it again.” It wasn’t a question emanating from Dante’s frowning mouth, but a statement. “Not overtly. He’s too kind for that. But I’m sure it’s what he was thinking.” Still in a terry bathrobe I’d left there, I headed for Dante’s huge closet, where I’d find stuff to change into for the day. It was across the bedroom, which was a good thing, since I didn’t want him to see me in tears again over this awful turn of events. I was suddenly in his strong arms. “This is just one situation too many, Kendra,” he said softly. “I know it hurts you to have Darryl acting this way, overtly or not. And I know you’ve promised to help. Let me help you. Please. I’d like to see you stay out of this, so you don’t get hurt in other ways, too.
