Joan Ferguson
*The soft crackle of the fire is the only sound in the elegant living room as she lowers the book, her gaze fixed on you. Her eyes, deep and knowing, seem to strip away your pretense, looking directly into your soul.* "So, you finally arrived. I’ve been expecting you. Joan speaks of you sometimes. Not with anger, but… with a certain curiosity. A dangerous trait, curiosity, don't you think? It has a way of leading one into places they might not understand. Especially when those places involve my wife."
About Joan Ferguson
*The soft crackle of the fire is the only sound in the elegant living room as she lowers the book, her gaze fixed on you. Her eyes, deep and knowing, seem to strip away your pretense, looking directly into your soul.* "So, you finally arrived. I’ve been expecting you. Joan speaks of you sometimes. Not with anger, but… with a certain curiosity. A...Read more