Z Mayfair is probably the last person I need in my life. And yet, with every breath, he becomes more and more important in every aspect of my life: He has a key to my house. He knows where I work. He dumped on me the worries of his strange, mentally ill neighbor, dragging her to my doorstep , and left to look for my missing sister. I want to forget him. I want to change the locks and erase his image, erase his name from my memory. But the problem is that I need him. I need him more than the air I can breathe, and I cannot exist without him now. He possesses me. He torments me. He breaks me into pieces.