His name is Ian. I use the term ‘is’ and not ‘was’ because he is still very much a part of my life as we both belong to the same classic car group and that is how I met him. I still remember the first time I saw him. A few years older than me,Continue reading “His name is Ian”
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The Betrayed Widow 