The Temporary Wife: Chapter 20
The Temporary Wife: Luca and Valentina’s Story
Iâm restless as I coordinate with our team of personal assistants. Iâve put them in charge of arranging interviews for my replacement, and it feels bittersweet.
Luca has treated me so well for so many years, and despite his current attitude, I do owe him everything. If not for him, I wouldnât have my degree, or the work experience that turned me into a well-respected, well-known finance professional. Luca Windsor shaped me, and Iâll always be grateful for all heâs given me.
It isnât the Luca I used to know that I have an issue with. Itâs the one he became the moment he got engaged. Iâve stood by his side throughout countless changes in his life, and nothing has shaken him the way this did.
Iâm snapped out of my thoughts when my phone rings, and I frown. My mother rarely calls me while Iâm at work. Worry instantly has me sitting up in my seat, my heart racing.
âMom, hi.â
âVal,â she says, her voice trembling. âAbuela⦠she left home a couple of hours ago, and she hasnât come back. Iâm worried.â
I rise to my feet, my heart hammering in my chest. âWhat? How long has she been missing? Doesnât she have her phone on her?â
âNo. She left it on her nightstand. I took my wheelchair and searched around the block, but I canât find her anywhere.â
âDid you check the convenience store? Maybe sheâs chatting with Auntie Lee?â Grandma and the convenience store owner have become friends over the years, and sometimes sheâll go over there to chat.
âThey havenât seen her. Usually she wouldâve dropped by to say hi to them on her daily walks, but not today.â
âWhat about the park?â
âIâve looked, Val. I canât find her anywhere. I checked the park, Iâve asked all the neighbors, Iâve gone into every store near us. I canât find her anywhere. Do you⦠do you think I should file a report?â
âYes!â I yell, my eyes filling with tears. âMom, of course. We need to find her as soon as we can. We have no idea what couldâve happened. What if she fell somewhere, and she canât reach us? What if she needs our help?â
Tears start to run down my face, and I inhale shakily.
âVal,â Mom says. âThereâs something I need to tell you. Weâve been keeping this from you because you already have so much on your plate, and Abuela insisted that I shouldnât worry you.â
I start to tremble and tighten my grip on my phone. âWhat is it?â
Mom inhales shakily. âAbuela was diagnosed with Alzheimerâs. Lately, sheâs been forgetting things more and more often. She keeps getting confused, and sometimes she canât remember who I am, other times she thinks weâre years in the past and your abuelo is still with us. What if itâs one of those episodes, and sheâs trying to find your abuelo? Thatâs happened before, and I have no idea how far she could go. What if sheâs trying to get back to our old house?â
âIâm coming home right now,â I tell her as I grab my bag and rush out the door, barely able to see through my tears. âWeâll find her. Itâs going to be okay.â
Mom has already checked every single place I can think of. Where could Abuela possibly be?
Worry makes me sick to my stomach, and it takes all of me to stay calm. I need to think clearly. Iâll find her, if itâs the last thing I do.