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

her investigator.

While we waited, Daniel stood in the doorway of the conservatory, his face gray.

“You should be careful with Mother’s private things,” he said.

I looked at him.

“So should you.”

At four o’clock, Mara’s investigator returned with the first file extracted from the drive.

It was not a letter.

It was security footage from a notary office.

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