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

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The first embrace was awkward.

Too many months stood between us.

Then Anna made a sound into my shoulder, and I held her so hard she gasped.

“I believed him,” she whispered.

I smelled her shampoo.

Coconut and winter air.

“I believed him too,” I said.

Behind us, Mara unlocked the gate with a court order and a trustee key.

Orchard House rose beyond the drive,continue reading …