Marlena was standing in the penthouse looking out her bedroom window. It was hell not being able to remember her past, especially John and the children. She knew what Alex kept telling her, but their were deep feelings for John that were keeping her awake at nights. She wasn't sure if she was dreaming or …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 