Marlena often rode out and sat under the tall oak tree that sat out in the middle of the open field on the property she had inherited when her grandparents died five years ago. Her inheriting the land couldn’t have came at a better time in her life. Leaving Salem was one of the hardest …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 