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

beside me without asking questions.

For a while, we listened to Lily sing to herself in the next room.

Then Anna reached over and took my hand.

“I should have come sooner,” she said.

I watched sunlight move across the old blue tiles.

“I should have driven to your house and banged on the door.”

Anna gave a wet laugh.

“You would have hated that.”

“I would have continue reading …