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

extraordinary inside her.”

The pivot.

Not denial.

Inclusion.

He was trying to attach himself to the moment he had tried to ruin.

He glanced toward me with moist eyes.

“I only wish she had trusted me enough to share tonight with me before now.”

A murmur passed through the room.

It was a good line.

On the surface, it sounded wounded.

Underneath, it placed a hook continue reading …