by Janine Rosche | Nov 30, 2017 | Family, Romance, Short Stories, Writing
12SHARESShareTweet For Julia Anders, hope had the glint of Christmas lights, the mixed scent of pine, cloves and orange, and the look of Jake’s hand, stretching across the space between them. Then again, so did guilt. “Dance with me, Julia,” Jake repeated. The normal...
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