“Whose writing is this?” she thought to herself. She sat at her desk holding a letter that was stuck with her messages from the nurse’s station. The letter was folded up as if it was a secret, something that was meant for someone in particular and Marlena wasn’t sure if it was her. As she …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 