Then there was a pale blue bra I'd never seen before. Delicate, trimmed with small blue flowers, it was not an item I could see Marlena purchasing. Then I noticed something else. The cup was more suited to the size of Doc's hand than one of her breasts. Isabella. My blood ran cold. Isabella. Goddamn …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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