It had been exactly six weeks since John rescued Marlena from the sanitarium. The townhouse was quiet. At first, the silence was deafening. Understandably, Marlena needed time to readjust to being home again. But as the weeks went by, she slowly acclimated back into her normal routine and the silence became less tortuous and more …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 