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

people who see me as more than an ATM or a pair of hands.”

He listened, head tilted slightly.

“I also want to not feel like a terrible person for cutting my family off,” I admitted. “Even though I know it’s the right thing.”

“That part takes time,” he said. “And practice.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You sound familiar with it.”

He smiled wryly. “Let’s just say continue reading …