Peirce
Peirce now sat, after all his searching out, on Slade Southerland. Thinking about Ana being Oriana Vale, and thought about the relationship he had with her. Before he had royally screwed it up; and he now knew that he had done just that. He’d been stupidly seduced by his ex-wife.
He’d seen her be soft and gentle like she’d once been when they had first gotten together, she’d smiled at him, gotten along with him, told him she didn’t want to fight with him anymore about anything. That she wanted to prove to him that she wasn’t that mean person anymore.
Had offered to move up here with the girls, so that he could see them every day, that once she moved here, she would see to getting their custody agreement changed, so he could have them after school and on one day of each weekend.
