For a long time I had imagined Sabrina as someone extraordinary — someone so magnetic that ruining my life for her had made a terrible kind of sense.

The woman on the stand was tired, and frightened, and hollowed out by the scandal, and I understood, looking at her, that no person on earth is worth another person’s erasure, and that I had spent months granting her a power she never had.

She testified that she had loved Christian before the fame, that his management had hidden her away to protect his image, that when Leo was born they had kept the child in the shadows to protect the brand.

She had spent years being a secret.