“Please, love. Just ignore it.” “What if something’s wrong?” “Nothing is wrong,” he says. “It’s just Kenji.” “Kenji?” I hear some kind of shuffle, and my heart picks up. J always comes through. She always comes through. “How do you know it’s Kenji?” “Call it a wild guess,” Warner says. I ring the doorbell again. “Coming!” J. Finally. “She’s not coming,” Warner shouts. “Go away.” “I’m not going anywhere,” I shout back. “I want to talk to Juliette. Ella. Jella. Jello. Whatever.” “Ella, love, please—let me kill him.” I hear J laugh, which is sweet, actually, because it’s clear she thinks Warner’s joking. Me, on the other hand—I’m pretty sure he’s not.”