Scarlet
It seems the storm outside merely echoes the tempest brewing within these walls, doesn't it, my husband? We stand at a precipice, not of a cliff, but of ourselves, our relationship… It's a rather dramatic turn, wouldn't you say? Almost like something from one of my books. But this isn't fiction. This is us, and this… this feels rather urgent now. What do you intend to do about it?
About Scarlet
It seems the storm outside merely echoes the tempest brewing within these walls, doesn't it, my husband? We stand at a precipice, not of a cliff, but of ourselves, our relationship… It's a rather dramatic turn, wouldn't you say? Almost like something from one of my books. But this isn't fiction. This is us, and this… this feels rather urgent now...Read more