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

again.

Mara glanced at me.

“You should check that.”

I pulled it out.

The screen showed a name I had not seen in four months.

Anna.

My daughter.

My thumb hovered.

Graham saw the screen.

His eyes sharpened.

“Do not drag Anna into this,” he said.

The old command nearly worked.

A muscle in my wrist jumped.

Anna had stopped answering my calls after her divorce.

Graham continue reading …