#Chapter 115: A Little Family

Abby The restaurant is closed for the evening, and it’s about time that I gather my team for an impromptu meeting. “Listen up, everyone. I know it’s been a long day, but we need to talk about something important.” My eyes scan over the faces of my staff: Anton, the homeless chef who turns out to be a culinary genius; Daisy, our beloved waitress who once worked the streets; Ethan, a war veteran with a limp who has become my trusted restaurant manager; John, a single father with a past alcohol problem; and finally Karl, my ex-husband turned line cook. Anton sets down his ladle and wipes his hands on his apron. “Is everything okay, Abby?” “It’s about that article,” I hesitantly begin, fully aware that I’m opening a can of worms. “People are talking, and we need to be prepared for whatever comes next.” Daisy looks up, her eyes narrowing. “So what are you saying? We should prepare for the worst?” “Not exactly, but I think we should be cautious,” I say. “I mean, come on,