He had not planned for a town car.

He had not planned for an attorney.

He had built his entire ambush on the assumption that I was powerless, and the assumption was, at that moment, quietly and completely collapsing in front of him.

Chapter 8 — You Were a Tenant

“This is a mistake,” Luca stammered, taking a step toward me.

“Jessi, this house has been in my name since we moved in!”

“No, Mr.