I did not feel triumph.

I did not feel a flash of vindictive joy that my daughter was, apparently, destroying my ex-husband’s wedding.

My first feeling — my only feeling, in that first instant — was fear for my child. Is Kelly okay. Not what did she expose, not good, let him suffer, but only, immediately, the question of whether my daughter was safe, whether she was hurt, what she was going through.

Because whatever was happening at that venue, the person at the center of it was not my ex-husband.