"John? Hello? Are you here?" Marlena Evans hoisted her daughter higher on her hip and knocked on the door again. "Wanna knock baby? Knock. Can you say hi daddy?" "Daddy!" Isabella Black, nicknamed Belle, was a mini-Marlena to a T. The same blonde hair, the same dazzling smile and the same sassy attitude. …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 