I had spent six days making sure I would not have to.

My husband’s own voice, in his own words, had just told twelve members of his family exactly who he was, in a recording he could not deny, could not spin, could not explain away.

I simply stood, and held my water glass, and let it play.

Chapter 8 — It’s a Setup

Julian went paler than the fine china on the table.

He scrambled to his feet, knocking his chair backward so that it clattered violently against the hardwood floor.