“What do you even want from me,” she grumbled, a tortured tone creeping into her voice. “You should go home to Liz, get married and take care of the baby…” Joe drew in a deep breath and exhaled audibly. ”Wow,… — Billy Wood-Smith Copy Share Image
“Turn it off,” she said, her voice cracking. “It’s still good music,” Joe told her with an almost apologetic shrug. “It’s crap,” she breathed,… — Billy Wood-Smith Copy Share Image
“Chewing on his lip, he tried to make sense of this. There was something terribly wrong with the picture of her playing this CD.… — Billy Wood-Smith Copy Share Image
“What do you even want from me,” she grumbled, a tortured tone creeping into her voice. “You should go home to Liz, get married… — Billy Wood-Smith Copy Share Image
