Love, Loss, And A Bitter Recipe

zle clicked into place, forming a picture far uglier than I could have ever imagined. My grandmother, a woman I only knew thr

confront them. Not to beg or to plead, but to see

door open wit

had just handed her. Julian looked up, his expression

his, Ava? Don' t you know

ed on my former friend. She refused to meet my gaz

an said, stepping between us protectively. He was already playing

hloe, I know you stole my grandmother

ed innocence. "Stole it? Ava, how could you sa

nty Baking Fair with that exact recipe in 1985. There' s a picture of her with the blu

face. Julian, however, was unfazed

nd of plagiarism over some county fair recipe from forty years ago? Recipes are shared, Ava. Ideas are

p it steady. "This is about a decades-old grudge you have against my grandmoth

flash of genuine shock in Julian' s eyes befor

re delusional. I will not have you harassing my student with

had curdled into pure contempt. "You' re a bitter, petty man hiding behind a facade of professionalism. Yo

thought he might strike me. Chloe

repeated, his v

as no point in arguing further. He would never admi

apsule of her life. And somewhere in that house, I knew, was her recipe journal. Not just the one I used,

previous life, was in a few months. It was the biggest culinary event in the state, sponsored by a major food network. The grand p

This time, I would be the one to enter. And I would win. Not with anger and cl

needed to spend a few days at grandma' s house to

al Bakery." There was a picture of them, smiling for the camera, Julian' s arm once again wrapped possessively around Chloe. They were already moving forward, building her career on my fam