Melinda squeezed the plastic baby bottle in her hand. “Connor, please stop this.”

But he was enjoying himself far too much to stop now. He nodded toward the expensive stroller.

“I’m incredibly lucky, because I have a healthy one-year-old son with your former best friend.”

The cruel words hung heavily in the air, clearly designed to do maximum damage.

The funny thing is, I fully expected to feel devastated by them. Instead, I just felt deeply tired. Maybe because I’d already done my grieving during the divorce.

Maybe because betrayal gets less powerful after enough time passes. Or maybe because I knew something about his life that he didn’t. I didn’t know everything yet, but I knew enough to stay calm.