It had been six months since the fateful night that Marlena was shot and killed up on the roof of the prison. Bo had told the officers not to shoot her, but in a cruel twist of fate they misunderstood his order and shot Marlena. The bullet ripping into her body and shredding her heart. …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 