Where's Shelley? I ask, scanning the room.Playing checkers, as usual, Georgia says, pointing to the corner. Shelley isn't facing me, but I recognize the back of her head and her wheelchair.She's squea...
Every long separation is a test: A test to see how powerful or how weak the will of reuniting is!
He uttered a curse that startled her with its foulness, and gripped her head between his hands, forcing her to stare at him. His voice was savage. For twelve years I have been in constant torment, wan...