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

have insisted on a face-to-face weeks ago.”

We sat in silence, watching people hurry past the window—coats buttoned, scarves wrapped tight, life indifferently continuing.

“What now?” I asked. “For you, I mean. The engagement party…”

He shook his head once. “There won’t be a party. There definitely won’t be a wedding.”

Guilt flickered. “Because of what continue reading …