Marlena Evans Black was lying in bed awake twirling her wedding ring when the early morning sunlight began to seep through the bedroom windows. She rolled over as quietly as she could to glance at the clock that sat on her bedside table. 7:00. Marlena sighed, she was exhausted. Even though she had received a …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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