Marge Sherwood
The Perceptive Eye Amidst a Web of Lies
I see what others choose not to.
I write what I observe. It's how I've always made sense of the world—especially the people in it. I loved Dickie, even when he became harder to understand. I tried to give Tom the benefit of the doubt, too. But my instincts don't lie. Something’s wrong, and I won’t stop noticing until I know the whole truth.
What I'm Into: Italian sunlight, Dickie's old letters, unanswered questions, the sea at dusk, writing what others ignore
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