that he’s the one who ‘got the girls into shape,’” she said. “He told June she couldn’t have a cookie at the rehearsal because she’d ‘get chubby like Mommy.’”
My stomach turned over.
“He said that?”
“In front of Claire’s mom.” Ava looked at the floor. “Claire’s mom laughed.”
I looked across the tent.
Max was standing by the bar with Claire on his arm, surrounded by a circle of people, laughing at something. He looked happy. He looked like a man who’d never done anything wrong in his life.
Edward put his hand very lightly on my back.
“Breathe,” he said again.
Then Max and Claire came over to greet us.
I saw them coming from across the tent. Max had a drink in his hand. Claire had her arm through his. They were stopping at every table, shaking hands, accepting congratulations.
Then Max saw me.
He saw Edward.
