They Tried To Throw Me Out Of My Own Restaurant Until The Chef Stepped In

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She had placed the recipe journal back on Table Twelve, closed, with the inscription page facing up.

I locked the front door. The last of the staff filtered through the back. Marco squeezed my shoulder on his way past. I’ll be at Ember tomorrow if you need me, he said, which was his way of saying I’ll be close if you fall apart and need someone continue reading …