“Get up off the floor.”

“Jessi—”

“Get up off my floor, Chloe.

You’re not doing that in this house.”

She got up.

Marcus was standing in the middle of my living room shaking.

He turned on Luca and got about four words out — “You’ve known her since she was—” — and Wendy said, from the armchair, in a voice like a door closing:

“She is twenty-four years old, Marcus.”