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

turned the phone toward me.

At the bottom of the page was my forged signature.

Beside it, in blue ink, was Celeste Vale’s name as managing member.

PART 3

C.V. Cultural Holdings was not a harmless arts venture.

It was a lockbox built to steal my childhood.

Mara spread the deed across the desk in Margot’s hotel suite while sirens wailed faintly sixteen floors continue reading …