remember random things, but not everything, and then it all
came back a few months later, but the tests they did couldn’t
find anything wrong.”
“How can you remember that and not…?” Not the fact that
I’m not your fiancée?
She shrugged. “I have no idea. Anyway, what does this guy
look like? Creepy? Normal? Did he bring a bag of terrors?”
“No, actually. He didn’t bring anything.”
Giana sighed. “He’s probably going to feel the lump and
then tell me I need to go to the hospital for tests. Maybe I can
ask him about a private clinic.”
“Okay. Let me know what he says.”
Giana looked panicked. Her eyes widened, but then she
caught herself and held herself still. Shored herself up and
projected the same powerful, cold aura she had in the office. It
wasn’t her natural state. She made herself that way. The breath
was knocked out of Coralyn again.
She chose not to care when I begged her. When I came to
her with my heart cut out, offering it to her, with all my hope in
my eyes.
Rage stormed through her, lightning and thunder tearing her
apart from the inside out, strong winds blowing her
compassion away. She shuttered down her own emotions.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. She was only sorry that Giana
hadn’t been kinder earlier, that she’d forced her hand and
taken up so much of her time, and right now she didn’t even
care how wrong it was to think like that. She was in the grip of
emotion, and it wasn’t letting her go. “I have to go and see my
dad. I don’t like to not check in on him. He’s really sick.”
Giana’s face changed. “Okay. I understand.” That hardness