What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
Marlena came down stairs holding the most handsome baby in all of Salem or so she thought. He was a spitting image of his daddy. His dark hair, his pointed nose. But what captivated people most about the child was his eyes. They were the brightest of blues. They lite up every time he smiled. …
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Marlena sat in a corner booth in the back of the Brady Pub with a million thoughts running wild through her head and with the words “Congratulations Ms. Evans. You’re going to have a baby” sounding over and over in her head. Her head started to spin and before she threw up, she laid her …
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