Date: 2020-02-25 05:00 am (UTC)
formersurgeon: (grief)
"I think about you, too. Every night." Yes, it was when they would text, but for Joan at least it was more than that. He'd been on her mind almost constantly.

She moved toward him as well as she could considering her hands were still bound.

"Untie me?"
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