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

pause.

Then Anna said, “I found the emails.”

Behind me, Mara’s head turned.

“What emails?” I asked.

Anna swallowed audibly.

“The ones from your account.”

My skin went cold.

“They don’t sound like you.”

Graham’s hand curled around the packet of legal papers.

Mara reached for my phone and put it on speaker.

Anna’s voice filled the backstage corridor.

“I’m sending continue reading …