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

back at Mara.

“He said Evelyn needed to be confronted with reality.”

Mara paused.

“What reality?”

Celeste’s eyes filled, but no tear fell.

“That she no longer controlled how people saw her.”

A sound came from Anna behind me.

Small.

Broken.

Mara walked to the evidence table.

“Did Mr. Alder say anything else about that evening?”

Celeste closed her eyes.

Then she continue reading …