Tara raised her brow when she heard John's response.
She knew who John was, hence why she invited him for a drink to mess around with him. After all, she had to act her role to convince him. If she was to work with him the moment he asked, John would suspect that something was up.
"So you have a child at home and someone gravely ill?" asked Tara. She questioningly stared at John with her eyebrows raised. "Who is it? Is she your wife?"
She remembered from her hours of researching John that his wife had passed away. Not only that, but it was Anne's death that led Luna to commit manslaughter, which landed her in prison.
Therefore, John would probably have only one person to care for, which was he and Anne's infant daughter.
Who else was he caring for? Was Anne still alive?
John did not expect Tara to be so interested in his life. He sipped his drink slowly to stall time, then answered hesitantly, "No, it isn't. It's… It's my sister."
"Your sister?" Tara's eyebrows raised at his res
