The pain of the loss of my partner made me faint, and when I awoke from my weakness I found myself in a familiar bed. Pillows made of swan feathers still smell of Leon. It's a taste that belongs to us.
Lola was on her knees by the bed, her head...
The pain of the loss of my partner made me faint, and when I awoke from my weakness I found myself in a familiar bed. Pillows made of swan feathers still smell of Leon. It's a taste that belongs to us.
Lola was on her knees by the bed, her head...