Nobody left.

That is what she says.

A hundred and ninety people, on a lawn, and not one of them had the decency to walk away, because they were all watching, and because there is no social technology in existence for leaving that particular moment.

A caterer was standing in the middle of it holding a nine-month-old baby she had been handed eleven seconds earlier by a woman who then destroyed her own life in front of a hundred and ninety people.

Sarah says that image — a young woman in a black apron holding a baby against her shoulder with a tray still in her other hand, looking desperately at the house — is the one she cannot get rid of.