Sandra💭

Get a woman who can do both.

Author’s Note: Breaking In turns two today, so I figured what better day for an update? Thank you to all my readers who have stuck with me the last two years. Your patience will be rewarded!

The nerves, as it turns out, are on a bit of a time delay, kicking in around the time she finishes pouring two generous glasses of Cab.

For weeks, their secret has been a heavy burden, lead chains around her neck, weighing her down, yanking at her hopes every time they foolishly try to claw their way up. But now, someone else knows, and she can talk about it. But on the other hand, someone else knows and she has to talk about it.

Regina finds her middle starting to knot into a confusing tangle of emotions. Nerves, yes, a little bit, and there’s also a part of her that feels… almost defiant. Confident. A bit punch-drunk with the impending rush of honesty.

Regina plucks up her glass and takes a deep swallow, waiting Marian out as she mulls over what she wants to ask first.

The question she settles on is unsurprising: “How long have you known?”

“That he was a thief, or that he stole from my parents?” Regina asks, setting her glass down again and twirling it slowly by the base (it’s not fidgeting, if it was fidgeting, it would be… faster).

Marian quirks a brow and asks, “The answers are different?”

“They are,” Regina confirms with a nod, and Marian lifts her own glass, sits back with it.

“Both, then.”

Where to start? she wonders, and then figures when all else fails, start at the beginning.

So she asks contemplatively, “Did he ever tell you how we met?”