Her time was almost up, and instead of a simple path back to Atlanta, she had choices to make, but every decision seemed to hinge on Robbie.They would have to hash out where their relationship was headed, but he needed time to recover from the bomb she’d dropped, and she needed time to coax out all his secrets. She had to believe he cared a little bit about her. If he didn’t … She forced the door closed on the pain of that possibility. She pulled out her phone and texted him on the way to the door.Making chicken potpie. Dinner at seven.Busy. Another time.He was passing over food? The pit in her stomach grew.She dropped her purse on the kitchen table and went straight to Ada who was propped up on a mass of pillows, reading. Wrapping her arms around Ada’s shoulders, Darcy nestled her forehead against Ada’s neck and took a deep breath.“Good Lord, who died?” Ada asked solemnly.“No one died. Geez, can’t I hug my grandmother?” Giving her one last squeeze, Darcy plopped on the couch.“I welcome all hugs, but that was a ‘something’s wrong’ hug.”Where to begin?
