“It’s too much, John…I don’t know how much more I can handle,” Marlena cries into her pillow. She runs the pads of her fingers over the fabric in a soft caress, pretending that she’s able to touch John’s face. “I’ve lost too much…too much…I want Belle. I want our baby…it’s been too long.” “I’m going …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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