The Chef Who Cooked Up Divorce

followed me around the house, her voice laced

b panics. He' s always been dramatic. And that woman...

eaning the kitchen, wiping down c

t I didn' t lean in either. "Things at the company have been insane. But it' s going to

mpty as her promi

ment above a bakery near my restaurant. It was sparse, but it was mine. Every day, I moved a piece of my l

Italy, the goofy souvenirs from road trips, the playbills from shows we

uling a large cardboard box toward the front d

king. She ran over and grabbed the box, her knuckles

, this physical removal of our shared past, ha

ng out some clutte

"I' m sorry. I' m so, so sorry. I' ve been a terrible wi

t weekend. Napa Valley. Just the two of us.

. A small, stupid part of me wanted to believe

voice barely a whispe