Marlena glanced down at the fourth finger of her left hand and sighed when she saw the band of white skin where her ring used to be. She couldn’t stop the flood of tears from tumbling down her cheeks as she realised that she would never see John again… she would never be able to …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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