My sister became pregnant by my husband. Then she announced it over the microphone in front of three hundred people, right in the middle of our tenth wedding anniversary celebration.

He snatched the microphone from the DJ’s hands.

—I’m pregnant with Eric’s child— Natalie said.

Then he smiled.

Me.

My mother’s glass of wine slipped from her hands and shattered on the marble floor. My father clutched the table as if the whole world had collapsed beneath his feet.

I didn’t move.

I didn’t shout.

I didn’t cry.

Because at the back of the room, sitting at a table, was a man in a gray suit whom Natalie did not know.