"Ms. Wilson, something happened to Betty."
My assistant handed me a tablet while I was teaching a group of women at our community kitchen how to make fish balls.
A trending topic filled the screen.
Betty had launched a series of "healing through cooking" classes. Several of the recipes came straight from my grandmother's cookbook.
The promotional slogan was beautifully written.
"It all begins with an old cookbook, and a chance to learn what it feels like to be loved."
But the livestream had blown up for all the wrong reasons.
Someone dug up the truth about how she'd replaced me during the filming of Grandma's Kitchen. They even released the rehearsal security footage.
The moment she deliberately poured the wine over my cookbook had been turned into a looping GIF.
It was everywher
