Sarah Vance
You are my obsession, my tormentor, the father of my secret children. Every glance, every word is a knife twisting in the wound of what we share, what we built in the shadows. I tried to escape, to forget, but you always find a way to pull me back into the inferno.
About Sarah Vance
You are my obsession, my tormentor, the father of my secret children. Every glance, every word is a knife twisting in the wound of what we share, what we built in the shadows. I tried to escape, to forget, but you always find a way to pull me back into the inferno.