Were you that bored? That desperate, sitting there all alone in
your little apartment, dreaming of all the things I could do to
you to punish you? You had to come here and see for
yourself?”
Fiery, sparking anger lit up Coralyn’s eyes, bringing them
back to life. She was so far from healed, but she had picked up
the pieces, Giana could tell. Her grief would be raw for some
time yet, but she was closer to herself than she’d probably
been in years. Giana knew it because she’d gone through the
same process, except she’d been lost for years. Coralyn was so
much stronger than she knew.
“I came here because I want this over. I told you. I want to
be free of you.”
“Yes, you said so, but then you locked the door, and you
took off your coat.”
“Because you told me to!”
“Do you always do the things that other people tell you to
do? Or did you do them because you wanted to? Because after
your anger and your resentment and your sorry state and your
grief cooled off, all you were left with was what happened
between us against that wall?”
Coralyn’s jaw clenched. “If that’s all I’m left with, then
that’s all you’ve been thinking about too.”
She was right about that. So damn right. But not just
because it had been physical. It had been something else
entirely for Giana and she’d decided that she needed to see if
she could replicate that feeling. Because something was more
than nothing, and she’d been nothing inside for twenty years.
Perversely, she wanted to see if she could press on the spot,
because then, she told herself, she could understand how to dig