“EIGHT MONTHS AFTER OUR DIVORCE, HE INVITED ME TO HIS WEDDING—BUT HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT I’M ABOUT TO BRING

child that wasn’t his.

The cruelty was almost artistic.

Damon watched me. “We can use this, but carefully.”

I looked at him. He exhaled slowly. “You were never very good at restraint.”

“No,” I said. “I was good at surviving. People just confused the two.”

Damon nodded once.

We refined the plan until the coffee turned cold.

I would attend the wedding. I would continue reading …