by Kara Turner | Literature
You expect this to be slightly bitter, I suppose. I am, admittedly, a woman betrayed. I am a wife, a mother, a friend. Betrayed. Could I have written a word during the madness of that time, instead of now, when the ugliness is not real to anyone anymore, its presence...
by Kara Turner | Literature
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit. Donec odio. Quisque volutpat mattis eros. Nullam malesuada erat ut turpis. Suspendisse urna nibh viverra non semper suscipit posuere a pede. Donec nec justo eget felis facilisis fermentum. Aliquam porttitor...
