didn’t look after her? Giana was going to change that. She was
going to right those wrongs. She was going to look after
Coralyn. Why should she be ashamed? They would get
married soon. She’d make sure it happened.
“What day is it?”
Coralyn concentrated on the road. Traffic was thick. Was it
always thick? Probably. There were buildings all around them.
Tall ones. Were they downtown? Likely. “Tuesday.”
By Friday. She would make sure they were married by
Friday, if Coralyn agreed.
There was something bothering her. Giana was sure of it the
longer they drove. A few more miles, and Coralyn’s eyes
welled up with tears. She brushed them away at a red light.
Giana set her hand on her knee, even though it felt strange.
Something that she didn’t normally do.
“What’s wrong?”
Coralyn blinked hard. The light changed and she inched
forward. They weren’t really going anywhere. She swiped at
her eyes again. “It’s my dad. He’s really sick.” She let out a
shuddery breath. It was cold in the car. It still hadn’t warmed
up. The windows were slowly frosting over from the bottom
up from the cold air blowing on them. Coralyn didn’t seem to
notice. “He’s got cancer and he probably doesn’t have much
longer.”
“What? Jesus. I’m so sorry. We should go see him. Right
now.” How could she not have remembered this? What was
wrong with her that she couldn’t remember her own fiancée or
details like this? She could remember the pain, though. It was
there, at the back of her mind. Shut it down, she whispered to
herself. Shut it down, shut it down, shut it down.