Tara Langer joined the Crain family two years before they moved into Hill House, her mother and Olivia Crain had been best friends their entire lives so when Lucy Langer passed away from breast cancer and without a father in the picture, the Crain's...
Tara smirked as she walked around the gallery that was showcasing her pieces. It seemed as though people loved her work. Tara had always had an artistic eye, even when she was younger; she could remember hiding with Luke in the tree house drawing and painting pictures for the family.
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Her phone suddenly started to vibrate. She pulled it out of her clutch and smiled when she saw the number for the rehab center on the caller ID.
"Hey, Luke." She greeted as she continued to make her way around the gallery.
"Hey, baby." He murmured back, the sound of his husky voice causing a shiver to run down her spine.
"How have you been?" she questioned, trying to find a quieter spot in the room to talk. They had spoken to each other nearly every day since he went in, but she had been so busy the last week that they had barely gotten time to talk.
"Good, I'm still here." He chuckled and Tara smiled. She was so proud of him this was the longest he had stuck with rehab, and she really thought this time was going to stick and he could come home.
"I'm glad, the sooner you get better, the sooner you can come home to Lucy and me." She assured him.
"Yeah that's the goal, I uh, I actually got my 90-day chip today." He informed her proudly. He couldn't wait to finish the program come home to his girls.
Tara grinned, "Oh, babe that's great! I'm so proud of you for sticking with it." She praised him, "I miss you so much." She whispered huskily into the phone.
"Oh god, babe." He groaned at the tone of her voice, "I fucking miss you too, so damn much."
"Tara, oh there you are." Tara's agent, Hanna, sighed in relief at finally finding the young artist, "Come with me there are some people I want you to meet."
"Hold on, Hanna, I'll be right there," Tara assured the frazzled woman.
"Where are you, baby?" Luke asked curiously hearing all the noise in the background.
"I'm at an art exhibit for this gallery. They're showcasing my work." She informed him with a bright smile.
"That's great, babe!" Luke exclaimed, "How's it going?"
"Good," Tara nodded her head as she looked around the packed gallery, "Everybody really seems to like my stuff."
"Well, of course, they do you're an amazing artist."
She blushed, "Thank you, baby, I got to go but I'll talk to you soon yeah? Your next free day is coming up and we can spend the whole day together as a family; and I'll bring Lucy by to see you real soon. I was trying to wait and let her immune system build up before I took her out."
