HUNTED: Chapter Twelve

Watson grips the chair and pushes it harshly into the desk behind me, “Do. Not. Play. Games. With. Me. Boy.” He spits out, “I am a kind man but she is like a daughter to me and I see the way you are looking at her.” His bite is sharp and I am left stunned. I watch as he walks away without so much as a glance back in my direction. 

Feeding The Turtles & Downtown Charleston 

Today David and I decided to go on a much needed date. With all the craziness that has been going on with our finances and job situations we haven't really made time for each other and for a marriage to stay strong and healthy that needs to happen. So we woke up late and had … Continue reading Feeding The Turtles & Downtown Charleston