The back of the sign still bore the opening date I'd written all those years ago.
Back then, we only had four tables, and after closing up we'd squat by the door sharing half a bowl of spaghetti.
He said once he had ten stores, he'd give me a good life.
Eventually, we had eighteen stores, but my life was nothing but kitchen fires and debt.
"Emily, give me another six months. I'll get the money back and make it up to Grace. Whatever you want, I promise," he said.
"I want a divorce and custody of my daughter," I said.
"No," he said without hesitation.
"You can hate me, you can stay away, but we are not getting divorced. Grace stays a Martinez," he added.
"Then we'll let the court decide," I said.
Robert suddenly grabbed my wrist.
"The police found William. He never actually disappe
