Chapter 1 John sat in his cell, chained to the wall in the dungeon of Maison Blanche. He hadn’t slept all night. All around him, carved into the floor, and the wall, was the word, Doc. John used the edge of his manacle to scrape across the ancient stone. Over and over again, Doc. His …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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