Deidre sobbed, suddenly wishing she could go back and change whatever it was she did to start this chain of events.
Deidre approached unbidden and stood before him, wishing she understood him and their bond better.
She looked away; wishing Connie hadn't brought it to her attention.
Maybe it was more a case of wishing it were so.
Yet, when the smell of bacon lured him to the kitchen, she found herself wishing he would address the subject.