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

silence.

He said, I kept things simple for you.

Mara opened the folder.

“Mr. Alder, you have been served.”

She handed him a packet.

Graham did not take it.

The papers struck his tuxedo shirt and slid to the floor.

For one second, no one moved.

Then Celeste bent automatically to pick them up.

She read the top line.

Emergency Petition For Injunctive Relief.

Her continue reading …