“Genevieve, please.

Think of Leo.

Don’t destroy our family.” And I looked down at the man I had loved for ten years, the father of my son, kneeling on a ballroom stage begging me to protect the family he had planned, in cold detail, to detonate — and I leaned down close, so that only he would hear it, and I said the truest thing I have ever said.

“I didn’t destroy our family, Julian.