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?”

Enter title…

about that article,” I hesitantly begin, fully aware that I’m opening a can of worms. “People

we need to be prepared

what are

be cautious,” I say. “I

move away from. Ethan, you’ve

scars, and—”

fierce look in his eyes that I’ve never

ashamed of us,

face flush. “I’m

ever asked for. But I have to publish

shooting me a sideways look. “What are you

place seem more ‘normal’, like we’re not a

be good to be proactive about it, control the narrative

do? Put out

staff is just as messed up

“Well, when you put it

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