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

one twice.

My mother’s jewelry was in a safe at Orchard House.

Anna had never asked for it.

She had asked to borrow my mother’s pearl earrings for her court date.

I remembered not answering because I had never received the message.

I remembered Graham bringing me tea that night, telling me Anna sounded bitter and perhaps it was best not to engage.

My fingers continue reading …