Marlena closes the door behind Hope and the baby then turns slowly toward John, her arms folded around her waist. She is struggling to say what she needs to say yet desperately wanting to just drop it. She knew this charade had to end. John was falling deeper and deeper into deception, and she …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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