I wanted, just once, to not be alone with the truth.

I wanted the people who loved me to see it too, so that I would never again have to wonder whether I had imagined it.

When my father stood up, and my mother-in-law wept, I was, for the first time in two years, not alone.

And that, more than any consequence to Julian, was what I had truly hosted the dinner to receive.

Chapter 11 — Get Out