“Jessi.”

I closed the laptop.

“It was a mistake,” he said.

And I said — and I have never been prouder of anything I’ve said in my life, because it came out flat and it came out first try:

“Forgetting to turn the burner off is a mistake.

Booking a room by the hour is a decision, and you made it at 12:36, and you’d made it before that at some point when you picked up the phone, and before that when you decided where to park.”

He came into the room.