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

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Onstage, Celeste read about the dinner where Graham chose her.

The hotel suite where he described my “fragility.”

The notary office.

The champagne glass.

The moment she realized the book in her lap had been written by the woman she had agreed to erase.

She did not make herself innocent.

That was why I had allowed the reading.

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