The Husband
He was soaked to the bone. The rain had been pelting him for the past twenty-four hours, as he’d pushed his way through the underbrush. He’d been following this runaway wife of his for three years now. Guarding. Hoping. Waiting. …
He was soaked to the bone. The rain had been pelting him for the past twenty-four hours, as he’d pushed his way through the underbrush. He’d been following this runaway wife of his for three years now. Guarding. Hoping. Waiting. …