She folded her hands perfectly in her lap.

“Good evening, Alyssa,” Jasmine said.

Her voice was soft, barely carrying over the hum of the kitchen exhaust fan.

“I am not doing this,” I said.

“I am not sitting here with my husband’s accomplice.”

“I’m not his accomplice,” Jasmine said.

“You approved the payments.

You sat in my seat on the plane.