“Poker?”
Monika reaches in his suitcase and pulls out a bunch of poker chips. “Yep. He’s obviously a gambler.”
She abandons the suitcase while I glance back at the window. Liam is now gathering the cut grass and shoving it into bags. She peeks into some boxes, but doesn’t find anything.
“Ooh, his wallet!”
I rush over to Monika as she opens his brown leather wallet. “You can’t look in his wallet.”
“Why not?”
I grab it out of her hand. “Because that’s, like, super personal.”
“Exactly. What better way to find out about someone? Besides his phone, a boy’s wallet is a window to his soul.”
“Really?” I hear Liam’s voice behind us. “I’ve never heard that before.”
Oh, crap!
I whip around and wish I wasn’t the one holding the evidence of us snooping. Liam eyes the wallet, then me. My heart
