Richard/Coralee - Coralee realizing he's starting to move on and angst and stuff
coralee refused to let this be three sentences long so i conceded and made it three sections, three sentences each
Adam was side-eyeing her as their van pulled out of the driveway, so she snapped, “What? What do you want me to say?”
He shook his head and shrugged, and Megan, driving them away from the safe house, glanced at her in the rear-view mirror.
Coralee sighed and didn’t look out the window.
Who is Alex Reagan?, she wondered. A woman not much older than her daughter, who somehow matched Richard in almost every way, and was sure enough in herself to chase him to his old honeymoon spot and be coy with her listeners about who slept where.
Coralee thought of the tape of hers they had played on their show, thought of bees, and dying, and being reborn, and the barest of hopes of someday, somehow, making her way back slowly slipping away.
She listened to all of Alex Reagan’s podcast, even when her nails dug into her desk and her knuckles went white and her breath was shallow, and then she listened to it again.
The hardest parts to listen to were Richard’s.
The easiest parts were Charlie’s.
give me a pairing, give me a prompt, i’ll write three sentences