Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

at her with concern. Apparently, she didn’t want that either

because her expression darkened. She could feel the tension in

the room growing thicker and thicker, and for once, she kept

everything she wanted to say trapped inside and just listened.

“Why her and

not me?” Giana exhaled brokenly. She turned

her eyes to the bookcase. It would be wonderful if those books

contained the answers to all the toughest questions, but this

kind of thing didn’t have an answer. There was nothing written

that could really make a person understand.

“I think that all the time. About my mom and dad. Why did

my mom have to be there at exactly that time? The wrong

time. Why did my dad have to get sick? I don’t mean why not

someone else. I’ve stopped asking why. Why is the one word

that will drive you crazy.”

Giana’s nostrils flared on her next inhale. Her lips trembled.

It looked like she was going to break down, but she stopped

herself, composed herself, and became stoic again. “I didn’t

mean that in a survivor’s guilt kind of way. I just mean was it

dumb luck that made her sit where she did? Would I have

survived it if it was me in her place because I was older and

bigger? No. No, I don’t think so. The SUV wrapped around a

tree, and it hit right there. Right where she was. It missed my

dad and it missed the back of the SUV too. It just hit there.

Right there. It folded around my sister like it wanted to

embrace her.” On her next breath, she reclaimed her anger.

“But they didn’t publish any of that. And now you know.”

“Yes.” I won’t tell anyone. I would never tell anyone. I

understand. Far, far too well.

“Guess I’ll have to throw that in the NDA I’m going to get