She Was Sitting In My Front-Row Seat Holding My Novel — Smiling Like She Had Stolen My Life

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Mara played the recording.

Graham’s voice filled the courtroom, warm and amused.

“Evie will make it easy if Celeste is in the seat.”

There was a clink of glass on the recording.

Then Celeste’s voice.

“That seems cruel.”

Graham laughed softly.

“It is efficient.”

My breath stopped.

Efficient.

That was what my humiliation had been to him.

A tool.

A lever.

A staged continue reading …