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

stepped between us.

Anna kept speaking.

“He told me you were embarrassed by me.”

My ribs tightened.

“He told me you said my divorce made the family look unstable.”

The floor seemed to tilt beneath my heels.

I opened my eyes and looked at my husband.

His face was composed again.

Too composed.

“Anna,” I said.

My voice scraped.

“I never said that.”

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