She wasn’t clear on the difference, and six websites later, she felt pretty confident she was one of them.

Then, just to see, she put how to get a woman back after you told her you were straight then told her to leave you alone then realised you were bisexual or something and now want her back but she’s mad. Unsurprisingly, she didn’t find a lot.

When Cora heard Lisa’s key in the door, she shut her laptop with a snap, feeling like she’d been caught looking up porn.

“Hey!”

Lisa walked in and dropped her bag, proudly holding a box out in front of her.

“Hey, what’s this?”

“Open it.”

For a moment, Cora was almost nervous. What on earth would Lisa buy her that fit in a box that size? It looked like a cake box. She laughed loudly when she saw it.

“Lisa, is that a rainbow cake? With rainbow icing?”

“Yup! Happy you-discovered-you’re-gay-or-queer-or-bi-or-pan-or—” At Cora’s raised eyebrows, she shrugged. “I looked stuff up and wasn’t sure where you’d sit on the whole spectrum thing. I wanted to be inclusive.”

Cora wasn’t about to admit that she, too, had no idea and had resorted to the internet.

Instead, she peered down at the cake. It was the most rainbowy cake she’d ever seen. Something safe that Cora hadn’t realised she’d been missing settled in her chest. She swiped at her eye and then stood into a hug she wrapped around a surprised Lisa.

“Thank you.” She squeezed Lisa tightly.

Lisa squeezed her back. “No problem.”

“Oh God.” Cora pulled back, eyes wide.

“What?” Lisa asked.

“Do you think my parents will buy me a cake?”

Lisa paled a little, giving her a nervous smile. “Um, maybe?”

No, they wouldn’t.

“Well, let’s look on the bright side.” Lisa clasped her by the shoulders. “They’re only gonna take one of the two bombs in: the divorce or the whole lady-loving thing. So I say, drop both, then run and see which one they cling to.”

“Do you think I can just, you know…not tell them?”

“You could always take an Alec cardboard cut-out with you to family events.”

Through her panic, Cora actually laughed. “Yeah, just carry him around and see if they notice. Maybe they’ll be too worried I’ve lost my mind and they won’t care when I also mention I’m divorced and trying to get a lady back into my bed.”

“We can always dream.”

Cora blinked at the wall, the extremely elated feeling she’d had since her sexuality epiphany seeping away. Her parents were going to be angry about the divorce—especially her mother. She had no idea how they’d greet Frazer, if that ever happened.

“Maybe.” Lisa squeezed her shoulders again. “Maybe you can just stick with the divorce news and announce the other one when you feel you need to.”