Curing The Silence

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Things weren’t always as they seemed, Johnny thought as he stared out the window at the angry dark clouds and pouring rain.

His heart was heavy, and his mind was boggled as he turned from the window to walk back to the bed where he should have been sleeping with his wife, Sandy. It was going on five am which officially made it the fourteenth. The day that he’d learned to love and hate every month.