Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

that. Were they estranged? Why hadn’t her parents called her

yet? Did they not have that kind of relationship where they

spoke every day even though they lived in the same city?

Maybe that was why they didn’t talk often. They were close in

location, so they didn’t have to be in any other way? Giana

didn’t know. It was so frustrating that she didn’t know.

Just like she didn’t know if she could ever expect her wife

to come back.

She was in the kitchen, making omelettes, which she’d put

in the fridge later, and it was a surprise that she could cook and

actually enjoyed it, when she heard the door to the garage

open. It was silent, but the inside house door opening and

clicking shut near the kitchen wasn’t so quiet. She slid the

frying pan off the burner and shut the gas off.

Like when she’d showed up for their wedding, the relief that

Giana felt was so great at seeing Coralyn there that she had to

blink back tears and wok harder for her next breath.

Coralyn looked…destroyed. She didn’t look good. Tired

wasn’t the right word. Neither was haggard. Her eyes were

even redder than before, slightly swollen. The silvery tear

tracks had embedded themselves on her pale cheeks, almost as

if they couldn’t merely be washed away. She looked exhausted

and defeated, like someone had ripped her spirit out and

trampled all over it before slamming it back into the cage of

her body.

Giana closed the distance in a rush, not knowing what she

could do, but she was tired of feeling useless and helpless. She

was strong. She knew that somehow. Sitting back wasn’t

something she did. Taking charge of this wasn’t exactly an

option but being there was.