Engaging with the Enemy Author Maria Catania
Thursday, October 3, 2013
As the water pinged against the shower, Thornton lathered with a slight yawn.
Claire sat at the foot of the bed, as darkness filtered her mind of emptiness, as her stomach growled with hunger.
She couldn't quite put the pieces together, as she quickly put on a long robe she had taken out of the closet, as her feet fitted the slippers.
Off she went to head downstairs to fetch some food.
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