Chapter 1- “Reminiscences and Regrets” She walked up to the living-room window of her fairly new penthouse and looked at the million lights blinking against the dark background. The buildings, tall and imponent, seemed to comfort the troubled mind. Her right index drew different shapes against the lifeless glass. Slowly, very slowly. As …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.