The snow fell softly against the window of Marlena's room as she stared into the mirror, dazed by her thoughts. It had been a miracle that Stefano, the man who had tormented her, and John, for almost 10 years, had managed to get her babies to Aremid, and another miracle that John's bail had been …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 