“That no one considered Chelsea’s well-being. Not for one minute,” my stepfather said. My mother shook her head. Jack squeezed my knee under the table and we locked eyes. This was the aspect of our parents’ affair that had always horrified Jack most: not that they had betrayed their spouses, not the elaborateness of their deceptions, but that they had used me to facilitate their relationship and never acknowledged the pain that had caused me.
