Bits and pieces of their dream came rushing back as she opened the mailer containing the divorce papers she had asked Mickey Horton to draw up for her. Strangely drawn to their special place, Marlena Evans-Black stood on the pier and looked out over the murky depths of the Salem River, thinking of days gone …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 