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

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Graham looked at me across the courthouse lobby.

For the first time in twenty-nine years, he had no audience he could control.

Reporters shouted questions.

Cameras flashed.

Celeste stood near a marble column with both hands pressed over her mouth.

Daniel sat on a bench with his head lowered, looking suddenly old enough to be our father.

Anna’s arm slid continue reading …