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

final affidavit, she wore a gray coat and no perfume.

Mara sat beside me at the long table.

Anna stood by the window.

Celeste’s hand shook as she signed each page.

At the end, she placed the pen down with care.

“I believed him because it benefited me,” she said.

No one answered.

She looked at me.

“I can say I was lied to, and that is true, but I also liked continue reading …