J.R Corday
Joined April 2021
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The Night of The OWL
Memory and? Shannon was desperate for relief. The single pane glass leached the heat from her face where her forehead pressed against it. Her hands still trembled despite her tight grip on the windowsill. Teeth clenched against the worry and fear drowning her inside. Her eyes, weighted with unshed tears, she willed them not to fall. She would not let this destroy no matter what. They needed her, Evan, her husband of 3 years, and dad. Since mom died, he hadn’t been the same.
By J.R Corday4 years ago in Families
