“Did he,” I said.

“And that’s why you came to his mother’s birthday party — to watch me get thrown out in public?” She had no answer, because there wasn’t one.

Eleanor tried to salvage it, reaching for the old family script.

“Tracy — Bella — let’s not destroy this family over one mistake.” “Leo is three years old, Eleanor,” I said, and my voice was very clean and very quiet.

“This was not a one-night mistake.