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His face turns green, and he barely gets his napkin to his mouth before he spits it out

“So I shouldn’t be expecting ht then?” I joke

He runs his hand through his hair, and I notice soh his T-shirt

“I promise I’m a better cook than this I’ve s a hundred times for Rose and Atlas I don’t knohat happened?” He stares at the food again incredulously, like it did so to him

His cheeks pink He’s sweating even more now I don’t knohy he’s so nervous, but I try to ease his lass

His eyes bulge as he watches nant, but I’ my ill have to convince him

Except, one taste and I’et a mouthful of cork

“What’s wrong?” Langston asks

“Urated into the bottle It’s lass back on the table

Langston inspects his glass, takes a slass back down in a huff

“I’m sorry I can order delivery”

I shake my head “It’s okay I’m too nervous to eat much anyway I’ll eat once I know the kids are safe”

He nods with a frown “What happens when this is all over?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean with us What kind of life do you want? Where should we live? What do you want out of life?”