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

accountant in a coffee shop two towns away, my hands wrapped around a paper cup while she explained how thieves hide behind spouses.

He did not know my agent, Margot Voss, had booked a suite upstairs under a false name.

He did not know the anonymous author Aurelia Wren had agreed to appear tonight for the first time because I had chosen this room, this continue reading …