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

from a moving company stood beside crates marked Archive Removal.

My brother Daniel stood near the fireplace holding a clipboard.

Daniel Pierce was five years older than me and had inherited our father’s gift for looking wounded when caught.

He wore a navy cashmere coat and the family signet ring.

He smiled when he saw me.

It was a tired smile.

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