One day at the University Hospital, Marlena was just wrapping up her session with an 8-year-old boy when her phone rang. She walked the boy out of her office before she answered the phone. “Dr. Evans.” “Hey, Doc, how are you?” “I’m just fine, Sailor. I’m very glad to hear your voice. I’ve been missing …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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