The act of running her hand over a new sheet of paper was deeply satisfying.“Get out," he yelled at her, "I hope I never see you again. Go back to your perfect life.”At first she questioned and blamed. Eventually, what little faith she had died.Marilee Aufdenkamp June 3rd, 2015 at 03:16pm Faith’s Blessings Marilee Aufdenkamp Online Fiction Continue reading