After Three Years In My Bakery He Tried To Sell It Behind My Back

people called him brilliant. In our house, we called him Dad, which was worse, because it meant we had to love him while surviving him.

“You missed the bridal shower,” he continued. “You missed the rehearsal dinner. You arrived late. And now you’re leaving early.”

“I’m just getting some air,” I said.

He laughed softly. “You always were dramatic.”

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