Chapter 10

We both dug in—Emmett went straight for his fries, while I bit into the burger—and ate quietly for a few minutes.

“Can I ask…I mean…how did your wife die, if it’s all right that I ask?”

I finished my bite and followed it with some water. “It is. It’s not a secret. She contracted meningitis.”

“Oh, Nick.”

I heard the sympathy, but I plowed on because it was easier to get it all out. “We both thought she had the flu and a really bad headache. By the time I realized something was seriously wrong and got her to the hospital, it was too late. They tried to treat her, but she passed a few days later. Nina and Quinn were five.”

“That’s terrible. I’m so sorry, Nick.”