Chapter 1 - The First Meeting Late February 1997 Marlena I stood outside the fish market, ruffling through my bag looking for my gloves in frustration. Sami didn’t want to come home, and I understood why. Her fights with Roman were escalating again, and I was too exhausted to keep the peace between them. I’d …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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