My 4-year-old daughter pointed at my husband’s boss’s wife and said, “That’s the lady who bites.”

At one point, I found her crouched beside the dessert table with frosting smeared across her fingers. I sighed, grabbed a napkin, and started wiping her hands clean.

That was when Richard walked past us with his wife.

Vanessa.

Tall, graceful, beautiful in a cold and polished way. The kind of woman who instantly made me aware of every cheap thing I had on.

May looked up at her immediately. Then she smiled and pointed.