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

grip was fierce.

Behind us, raised voices echoed.

Celeste was crying now.

Daniel was talking too quickly to his lawyer.

Graham said nothing.

We reached the courthouse lobby just as two detectives entered through the revolving door.

Their coats were dark.

Their badges flashed under the fluorescent lights.

One of them held a warrant packet.

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