----AFTER ANNAMARIES WINTER BREAK----
Marcus Rousseau was sitting in his usual leather chair when there was a subtle tapping at the window. At first he was going to ignore it but the bird was not letting up. He slowly rose up and opened the window. A small barn owl hopped in lifting its...
(Living Room)
And looking more like her mother too... Marcus replied in a low monotone voice. He sunk into his leather chair by the mantle and gazed at a family portrait. He had no clue where the time had gone. It seemed as if one moment they were as happy as they were when that portrait...
Snow was building up on the Boston roads as Marcus Rousseau drove to the airport to pick up his daughter. His eyes darted from the road to the clock. Im late! he said aloud to himself, his frustration evident in his voice. He had no control over the situation. Marcus noticed a young girl...
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