Leaning a shoulder against the sealed frame, John stared out the big 10th floor window onto Central Park spread out below him. As with a million other tiny things that happened in the course of every day, it made him think of Marlena. They’d stayed in this very suite a number of times because …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 