Marlena shook her head, hard, and blinked her eyes fiercely as she concentrated on the road in front of her. Dots swam in front of her eyes, and she felt a moment of genuine panic at the thought of passing out. But her head and her chest hurt too much for unconsciousness to be blissful, …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 