I took a deep breath, trying not to get too worked up before having to go on set and pretend to be a repressed WASP. “Don’t you care that I have to hide?” “I do,” he said. “You know I do.” “Well, then—” “But why does your relationship with Celia mean that we should uproot Connor’s life? And mine?” “She’s the love of my life,” I said. “You know that. I want to be with her. It’s time for us all to be together again.” “We can't be together again,” he said, putting his hand down on the table. “Not all of us.” And he walked away. xk kK * HARRY AND I were flying home every weekend to be with Connor, and during the weeks we shot, I was with Celia, and he was... well, I didn’t know where he was. But he seemed happy, so I didn’t question it. I suspected in the back of my mind that he might have met someone who was capable of keeping his interest for more than a few days. So when Theresa’s Wisdom went three weeks over our shooting schedule because my costar Ben Madley was hospitalized for exhaustion, I was torn. On the one hand, I wanted to go back to being with my daughter every night. On the other hand, Connor was growing more and more annoyed by me every day. She found her mother to be the very epitome of embarrassment. The fact that I was a world-renowned film star seemed to have absolutely no effect on just how big of an idiot Connor saw me to be. So I was often happier in L.A., with Celia, than I was in New York, constantly rejected by my own flesh and blood. But I would have dropped it all in a heartbeat if I thought Connor might want even an evening of my time. The day after filming wrapped, I was packing up some of my things and talking to Connor on the phone, making plans for the next day. “Your father and I are getting on the red-eye tonight, so I'll be there when you wake up in the morning,” I told her. “OK,” she said. “Cool.”