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A Mistake of the Past 3
After Tamaru’s disappearance, his wife, Gemimaro, has to work twice as hard to sustain the needs of his son. It didn’t help that he was always sick, so she had no choice but to leave her shadow behind to tend for him. Working as an executive to the Council, she was always taunted and was pressed to the corner as to the queries of his husband’s whereabouts. She didn’t know what to tell them because she herself didn’t want to believe that Tamaru was gone; however, it’s been over a month since he came back from his mission. Even the Council themselves has no idea where he’s gone.
Besides, if ever Tamaru was to take long for a certain mission, he would never forget to use his shadow as a messenger that would bring about the letter saying he’s okay. She didn’t believe an inch that he would abandon her, let alone her son, considering that Luis needed special care. Though she tried to look for him, she soon realized that she’d end up neglecting their son, so she decided for the wor
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