“You’re Just a Baker,” My Sister Screamed—The Next Time They Heard My Name, It Was on a Tokyo Flagship

not like that,” my father protested. “She’s always been impulsive. She runs herself ragged. I was trying to keep the family together.”

Family. The word landed like a slap.

Haley grabbed Jonathan’s arm, nails digging into his sleeve. “Babe, it doesn’t matter. It was a misunderstanding. Abigail can just bake the desserts for tonight, and we’ll talk business continue reading …