The Cherished Wife

Henry and Peter moved to the room next door. Henry settled into a chair, while Peter stood awkwardly until Henry waved him down. "Sit, sit!"

"Right." Peter took a seat, his voice urgent. "Dad, we can't put off dealing with mom's illness any longer."

Henry's gaze was piercing as he finally spoke. "Do you think you can get Anna to come back?"

"I'm not one hundred percent sure, but I'd say there's a seventy percent chance."

Nancy was Tania's mother, after all. She would not just stand by and watch her mother's health decline. If anything happened to Nancy, the guilt would haunt Tania forever.

Peter got Tania. She was the kind of girl who seemed to breeze through life, tough as nails and acting like nothing could touch her. However, deep down, her yearning for a real family connection was as real as it got.

Once upon a time, her foster mom and boyfriend betrayed her, and she went all out for payback. However, it was her foster dad, Christian, who helped her let go of the grudge. Christian did a stellar job raising her.

for that big mix-up between them, Tania

no matter how much Tania might despise him, she would not let their

away those past three years partly to avoid him, sure, but also

dropped the ball with her back then. If Anna does show up and she's not into... well, being with you, you can't push her." Peter's hands balled into fists, his brow knotted,

Anna's all grown up. If she doesn't

"As long as she comes back,

"You've probably heard from

third uncle might be heading

worried sick!" Peter paused, collecting his thoughts. "If she's somewhere I

third uncle. From what he remembered the uncle was not that much older than Peter. Word had it that backin the day, it was

Henry's memory was hazy, but

some business with the Lennon