Five years after our divorce, my ex-husband spotted me across a crowded wedding reception in Charleston and smiled like he was looking at a chapter of his life he was still proud to have closed.
Drew Halston looked almost exactly the same.
Expensive suit.
Perfectly styled dark hair.
A watch on his wrist that probably cost more than the first car I ever owned.
Beside him stood Vanessa Crowley.
The woman he had left me for.
She wore a pale blue dress and rested one hand naturally on Drew’s arm,
