It would have been easy — satisfying, even — to let it all detonate in front of everyone, to make Declan’s humiliation as total and public as possible, to let his own children watch him exposed.

Part of me wanted exactly that.

But I kept thinking about the fact that three children were about to be caught in the wreckage of one man’s choices, and that none of them had made those choices, and that how the next hour went would live in their memories for the rest of their lives.

Toby and Noelle were going to lose the version of their father they’d believed in; there was no sparing them that.

But I could spare them the spectacle of it.