She walked into the penthouse, the lights dim and discreet in the elaborately decorated foyer. Throwing her bag onto the table along with her keys, Marlena Evans sat down, kicking her shoes off with ease. It had been a horrifically long day, with a constant dilemma always nagging in her direction. Three patients had canceled …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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