Jonah was lying on his back, curled up in the shower booth. It was not a heart attack as he had been expecting. It was a stroke. It could not have happened at a worse time, as his wife Natasha was not home.
After his fortieth birthday, Jonah had never taken a shower or bath when he was home alone. He even refrained from using the toilet unless absolutely…
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