“Nothing about my life will ever be easy, Leo.” She runs her teeth over her lip and shakes her head the slightest bit. “And I’m not your wife.” “Not yet.” I step back and pick up the bags I left by the front door earlier. “You hungry? I brought food.” “Does this mean you guys are done making out? Because I’m starving.” Coraline sticks her head out of the kitchen and stares at us, waiting.
