Luca didn’t even look ashamed.

“Jessi,” he said.

“We need to talk.”

Chloe smiled, a small, rehearsed smile, as though she had practiced it in a mirror.

“Actually,” she said, “she needs to leave.”

I stared at the two suitcases by the door.

“What is this?”

Luca opened the manila folder and pulled out a set of papers.