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

managed by Mr. Alder’s mistress.”

The word mistress landed hard.

Celeste flinched.

Graham stared at the table.

Mara was not done.

She opened the sealed trust amendment from my mother’s metal box.

Daniel leaned forward.

His face had gone waxy.

Mara read the filing date.

Sixteen years earlier.

The year Graham joined the Pierce Trust advisory board.

“My mother knew,continue reading …