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

understood the violence of quiet rooms.

Celeste had posted a photograph holding my book two weeks earlier.

Her caption read, A merciless little masterpiece.

Graham had liked the post.

Of course he had.

He was always generous with admiration when it did not belong to his wife.

The moderator walked onto the stage.

Her silver hair shone under the lights.

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