Chapter 14: A Complication at the Worst Possible Time

The public opening was three days out when the email arrived, and Nora read it twice standing at the pass with flour still on her hands, certain she was misunderstanding it, before the words finally settled into a shape that made her sit down hard on an overturned crate. It was from a reporter — not local, a regional food writer with a decent-sized following who covered restaurant openings across...