Veronica had always known that she would go back to Sherwood. Ever since the pregnancy test had come back with two lines, she knew that at some point they would be back. She knew it would be hard raising one kid, it was such a shock when she had learned that there would be two. Though she felt bad that she had left them with her parents when she left for college. Veronica had known it was better for them if she could support herself and them. She had also known that she would come back for her children as soon as she could, and she did. So, she was back again, hopefully for the last time. Whether it was the rest of her life, or just a few years. Sherwood would be one of her final stops. And as she drove in the city limits, hearing her two amazing children talk about their new home. She hoped, prayed even that they would have an easier time than her at Westerburg, but of course she knew better than to have blind trust. She would have to be careful, she was so sacred that one of her children would end up like their father, or even herself. Charlie, the oldest had always taken after her, but her son Hugo had recently had taken some strange characteristics that she'd only seen in his father. All she could hope is that Sherwood would be better than when she had left it.