The reality and what it meant was slowly dawning: the betrayal, deception, and omission. Clandestine meetings. Evasion under questioning. In hindsight, Dana and Evan picked out the clues they’d missed, reevaluated the moments they’d been...
Perhaps the palms had been whispering warnings in the sultry breeze.
What is the silence of six and what are you going to do about?
I like to write literature that reads like pulp fiction.
It’s weird when you wake of from a bad dream and everything is still bad.