Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

that the rush of emotions crowding in on Giana once again

rendered her speechless, but she didn’t need to say anything,

because Coralyn was already in motion. Already pulling things

out of the fridge and getting down plates.

They were going to have their first real breakfast together as

them.

Epilogue

Coralyn

The park was almost entirely deserted. In the dead of

February, a month that hadn’t yet even thought about giving

way to spring, not many people ventured out. There was the

occasional jogger, poor brave souls that they were, and a few

people who ambled by dressed in heavy winter coats, puffed

out like the birds who had to stay and endure the cold winters.

“Are you regretting coming out with me yet?”

“Not a chance.” Coralyn slipped off her gloves and grasped

Giana’s hand. She curled their fingers together before tucking

their clasped palms into the fold of her wool coat to keep them

warm.

They’d just been to the cemetery, where they went every

week, to put flowers on Heather’s grave. Coralyn’s parents

didn’t have a headstone or a plot in a cemetery, but she had the

urns with their ashes. She had them on the seat of the bay

window at home, along with their photos. Her mother’s

necklace sat framed in a shadowbox between them. She hadn’t

felt right about accepting it from Giana, but when she’d

suggested getting it framed and having it with her parents,

that’s where it felt like it belonged.

“You know…” Giana’s breath frosted over. It was early yet.

Saturday morning and barely light. They’d gone to the