Chloe picked up a plastic hotel cup from the courtesy tray.

She carried it over to the small ice bucket sitting on the desk next to the heavy brass room keys.

“Do you really think the schedule is finally settled?” Chloe asked.

“She seemed perfectly fine at dinner tonight.”

“Maybe I was just making myself crazy over nothing.”

“You weren’t making yourself crazy,” Chloe said.

“She was acting weird all week.”

“Ethan said she was just being helpful,” I said.