KRISTA AND JT SAT ON the front porch swing after dinner, relaxing, talking of their lives, enjoying the quiet of the evening. She wondered why she was telling him so many things she normally kept bottled up, but didn’t regret baring her soul. Krista felt closer to JT at this moment than anyone she had ever known. They shared a common link that could only strengthen the feeling; they were both orphans, in a way. She’d never known her parents and JT had never had them to begin with. They were both lonely. They were both emotionally numb; Krista because of her tainted life in front of the camera and JT because he had never had such things in his life as love and happiness, pain and sorrow.
She studied his serene features as moonlight and darkness played over them. “Don’t you ever get lonely
