The smooth sand squished slightly under Marlena's feet as she paced back and forth between the island palm trees. John's actions of the past half hour had turned her mind into a mush of ideas and questions. What could possibly change him so much, unless it was the mercenary speaking? That wasn't even a question …
Time Heals All Wounds – By Angela
The fog rising above the water enveloped him as he stared out over the moonlit expanse of open water beyond the pier. The eerie silence mirroring his mood as he stood pensive and tense, hands clenched in the pockets of his coat. He wasn’t sure what had pulled him to this place again tonight, …
The Jarlena Journal 