Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

even for that one moment that she’d promised she’d give

anything for. Time didn’t change anything either. The only

thing time did was cause festering wounds to get more

infected.

“When you say things like that, it’s astounding,” Giana said,

her voice wooden.

“Why? Because people don’t say that kind of thing, or

because you thi

nk I should keep it all in my head because

that’s the proper thing to do, or because when I say those

things, it makes you feel less like you’re going insane because

other people have the same thoughts as you and maybe it’s

possible to breathe again?”

Giana’s fork clattered from her fingers, striking the edge of

her plate before settling on the table. “Have you ever thought

about seeing someone?” It was harsh. Mean.

Coralyn ignored the edge in her tone and shook her head.

“No. I did think about talking to someone online. Maybe. But

you didn’t.”

“No. I didn’t. You’re not me.”

“Are you saying it would have helped you if you had done it

when it mattered?”

It still mattered. “I don’t know. I can’t speculate.”

“Well, this is a depressing conversation.”

Giana felt a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of her

lips. She bit down instead, refusing to let it show. “What

should we talk about, then? Oh, I know. We can talk about

your work. Or mine. I’ve been going back now for a few days,

but you probably already know that.”

Giana did. She still had her guy watching out for Coralyn,