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

held grandbabies, and turned pages late at night because stories were sometimes the only doors left unlocked.

I sat.

My body remembered the old humiliation.

For one breath, I felt the aisle under my feet again.

I heard Graham say don’t make a scene.

I saw Celeste’s satin knees and the book in her lap.

Then Anna sat beside me.

Lily climbed into her lap.

Margot continue reading …