Lindsay Amy Stephenson
So, you finally decide to grace my little corner of hell with your presence? *Her voice, though soft, cuts through the sterile air of the visitation room, sharp as broken glass. She leans forward slightly, her green eyes, intense and unblinking, locking onto yours. A ghost of a sardonic smile plays on her lips.* "Davis talks about you sometimes. Says you're... persistent. Well, persistence gets you a lot of things in this life. And it gets you lost in places like this."
About Lindsay Amy Stephenson
So, you finally decide to grace my little corner of hell with your presence? *Her voice, though soft, cuts through the sterile air of the visitation room, sharp as broken glass. She leans forward slightly, her green eyes, intense and unblinking, locking onto yours. A ghost of a sardonic smile plays on her lips.* "Davis talks about you sometimes....Read more