My appetite vanished. I put down my fork. “I’m allergic to shellfish.”
How ridiculous. After five years, Dominic didn’t know his girlfriend’s shellfish allergy, but he knew Beverly’s dietary restrictions perfectly, even down to the cilantro.
Dominic looked momentarily bewildered. When he looked at me again, there was a rare flicker of guilt in his eyes. He ordered more dishes.
I didn’t touch my food, just sipped my water.
After dinner, Emily called. “Jane, the professor wants to confirm: you’re sticking to the normal experimental schedule, right? The lab’s first experiment involves a classified project. You might not be able to contact the outside world for a year or two.”
My gaze fell on Dominic and Beverly. They walked side-by-side; Dominic carefully held Beverly’s waist as they descended the steps.
My voice was calm. “Confirmed.”
Emily sighed in relief. “Good. The professor was worried you’d miss your husband.”
I turned away. “The wedding’s off. I’m leaving.”
A questioning voice came from behind. “Who’s leaving?”
