“Marlena-” Marlena turns to see her husband at the door to the ICU. She nods to him and puts up a finger to indicate that she’ll be right there. Turning back to her daughter, “Everything will be alright Belle. This little one is hanging in there.” Marlena hugs her tight before wiping away her …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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