Chapter 5

When I got home, only a single wall sconce was left on in the living room.

Lily was curled up asleep on the corner of the couch, clutching her faded stuffed rabbit.

A glass of cold milk sat on the coffee table, resting on a sticky note left by the nanny: Lily waited up until eleven and asked three times when Mommy was coming home.

I stood at the doorway, not walking over right away.

Highlights from the launch livestream had already been edited into short videos and pushed across social media.

When Sloane held my book and told the…