SPADE
Max looked at me in confusion, as if asking me if she didn’t know it yet.
“No.”
“What’s going on?” Robyn wasn’t upset or angry. In fact, she looked amused and attentive at the same time. She waited for us to answer her as she chewed a small slice of her steak.
“I’m not telling her, man.” Max raised his hands, leaving me alone to deal with her.
“Okay.” She placed the cutlery on her plate. “Now, I’m more curious. Come on, guys. Tell me.”
“I’ll go first.” Max sipped his red wine first before starting. “You might not remember this, but I lived a few blocks from your house.”
“Excuse me?” Robyn looked shocked, shifting her gaze between me and Max.
“Only for two years before we transferred to another foster home,” I followed up.
Her excitement quickly died down, and so did her t
