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…

I hesitantly begin, fully aware that I’m opening a can

be prepared

what are you saying?

cautious,” I

a past you’re trying to move away from. Ethan, you’ve got your

scars, and—”

suddenly cuts me off, a fierce look in his eyes that I’ve never seen

you’re ashamed

me, and I feel my face flush. “I’m not ashamed. You all are the

to publish an article before the competition,

counter, shooting me a sideways look. “What are you suggesting? That we

seem more ‘normal’, like we’re not a bunch of

good to be proactive

darkly. “What are we gonna do? Put

our staff is just as messed up as you

“Well, when you put it

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