As they stepped out of the church, Gwen instinctively turned toward her car, not expecting further conversation. She was already beginning to mentally list what else needed doing. But before she reached the driver’s side, Elizabeth called out from behind her, voice light but deliberate. “Gwen—wait a second.”
Gwen paused. Elizabeth caught up, hands folded in front of her. “Would you like to grab lunch?” she asked. “There’s that café nearby—Cornerstone, I think it’s called?” Gwen blinked. The question hung oddly in the air. In twenty years, Elizabeth had never once invited her to share a meal.