I arrived on Nathan’s arm, because the family wanted the world to believe things were normal, and I let them believe I was going along with it, because a woman who looks like she has surrendered is a woman no one thinks to watch.

Sabrina came in wearing white, flanked by her parents, radiant and untouchable.

“Emma,” she said, all warmth.

“I’m so glad you’re doing better.”

I stepped in close, and I smiled at her, and I kept my voice soft enough that only she could hear it.

“Enjoy the party, Sabrina.

It may be the last one you attend as a guest, instead of under escort.”

Every drop of color left her face.