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I knew I had to keep the conversation going to make us both comfortable and move past the discomfort, but I wasn't sure how to start. After a moment, I decided to use the book as a safe conversation starter. "I couldn't help but notice you were reading that book. It looks really interesting. What's it about?" I asked. "It's a fascinating story about time travel and parallel universes. Would you like to read with me? I can start over," she offered, finally facing me. "Sure," I replied happily. I sat close to her, and we began reading. Soon, we started discussing the book, and we became relaxed and talked freely like before, which made me happy.

He goes away while I'm staring at everyone, trying to keep myself busy with my thoughts even though I feel out of place. He returned with a canned drink; we found a spot to see and finally sat. I suck at starting up a conversation; instead, I focus on scrolling through my phone while Daniel discusses it with the rest of the people sitting with us; it's a table of four. Then everywhere goes silent; the author of the book goes to the stage, and behind the stage is a projector displaying the book with animation that accompanies it. Titled, “When I broke free”It's a middle-aged woman, possibly in her late 40s.She begins.

Bella Pov I found out about Karen's book tour on a Wednesday morning when Tanya sent me a link with three exclamation marks. Karen Tyler was doing a Q&A at Ridgeline Books on Saturday afternoon. The caption on the event page said "an honest conversation about healing, survival, and reclaiming your truth." I read it twice and felt sick. She was coming to our city. The woman who had written a bestselling book full of lies about my life was coming here to sell it in person.

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“Toke and I share a similar taste. We both belong in the same community of-” “Writers,” I quickly cut in, scowling at Chike. “We met in a book club,” “When did you have time to join or go to a book club?” Felicia looks at me with raised eyebrows. “It’s an online book club, like a community of readers,” Chike adds. “Oh, that’s nice,” Felicia expresses. “Toke loves books more than any other thing.” The conversation changes as they bring up another topic which is discussed for some time, and before we know it, two hours was gone.

“What do you mean?” “You’re reading a book,” I scoffed. “What is it about?” She beamed. “Did you think that I never read?” “I’ve never seen you read anything,” I laughed. “Oh please, I do read and guess what? There’s an open book festival of ‘Sincerely, Yours Too’ tomorrow in Manhattan. I was thinking we should go. I’d like to meet the author.” She handed me a pamphlet about the open book festival. I looked at it and just thought that she wrote about things that only women found interesting and it wasn’t going to benefit me to be there. “I will arrange for a driver to take you there, I have a golf session with one of my clients.”