Chapter 6

I'd had a brutal seafood allergy as a kid—ended up in the ICU once, fighting for my life.

And this spread? Seafood from end to end.

I turned right around, ready to bolt.

I regretted coming the instant I arrived.

Sick or not, splitting up or not—what good would spilling my guts to this guy do?

He'd become somebody else's husband, somebody else's dad ages ago.

Mom and I were just old news.

Darwin hustled a few steps ahead, cutting me off. "Barbra, wait—don't head out just yet. I invited you over because there's something we need to talk about."