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

not knowing his plan, allowed him the microphone.

Graham stood.

His smile was rueful.

It was almost beautiful.

“I suppose I should congratulate my wife publicly,” he said.

A few people laughed.

“I have watched Evelyn wrestle with this story for years, and while I may not have known every detail of her publishing arrangements, I always believed she had something continue reading …