Cinnamon and cloves. Anyone you like.
Inspired by a head canon of yours (as is the case with most of my fic, tbh. And a bit more than three sentences…)
Carolyn was three glasses of mulled wine in before she got up the nerve to tell her favorite aunt. The scent of cinnamon and clove was thick as she sat listening to Win at the door saying her last goodbyes to the Christmas party guests. She gathered the courage that had been alluding her every time she thought about saying it, wondering what Win, who had always been the person she had looked to not only for advice but also as an example of how a long, happy marriage should look, would think of her news.
The front door closed and she returned to sit next to her on the sofa where they both enjoyed the silence for a moment and Carolyn enjoyed the relief of finally having a moment to talk now that the rest of the guests were gone, and she didn’t have to put their conversation on hold for small talk and forced holiday jollity.
“What’s really bothering you, Caro?”
“I’m leaving Gordon.” And there it was, out in the open.
Win put a hand to her knee, a casual, comforting touch so very characteristic of her. “Well, it’s about time.”
