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

Gentle. Unsettled. Mia, sweetheart, come by tomorrow. There’s something I need to correct. Tomorrow never came.

I stared at Adrian. He was looking at Celeste as though he could silence her with his hands. “What,” I said slowly, “did you do?”

Adrian turned to me. For once, no smugness remained. Only fear. “Mia,” he said. “Don’t listen to her.” Celeste continue reading …