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

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C.V. Cultural Holdings?

Yes.

Did he tell you Orchard House was his wife’s separate trust property?

No.

Did he ask you to attend the Rutherford Literary Society salon and sit in Evelyn Pierce’s assigned seat?

Celeste’s throat moved.

The courtroom shifted.

Mara’s voice did not.

“Why?”

Celeste looked at Graham.

He shook his head almost imperceptibly.

Celeste looked continue reading …

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