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

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Daniel looked toward the door as if Graham might walk through and rescue him.

Graham had always liked rescuing people from consequences he had arranged.

But Graham did not come.

By the next morning, the courthouse steps were full of cameras.

The story had become irresistible.

The anonymous novelist.

The public reveal.

The mistress in the stolen seat.

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