I never planned to end up on my knees in my boyfriend’s childhood bedroom with his father’s belt around my throat.

It started the weekend Jake went out of town for a work conference. He’d asked me to house-sit their place because his dad, Richard, was supposed to be away on a business trip too. Except Richard’s flight got cancelled at the last minute, and when I walked into the kitchen Saturday morning in one of Jake’s old T-shirts and nothing else, Richard was already there making coffee.