“Then explain to me,” I said, “why you followed a married man on his seven-day honeymoon across Europe.” And no one at that table said a word, because there was no answer that survived being said out loud.

I slid the divorce petition across the table to Logan and left them to their soup.

The next morning, Chloe texted me, asking to meet in private — because, she said, there was a truth Logan had been hiding from me all along.

I agreed, for one reason only: I wanted to see how she would tell her story once the Sterling family was not sitting behind her to hold it up.

People are very different when their audience is gone.

We met at a busy coffee shop in SoHo.