Chapter Five
“I’m sorry,” Jenny whispered.
“I understand. I saw it coming a mile off. It’s not your fault, I know you deserve way better than this.” Adalia gave a weak smile.
Jenny burst into tears and wiped them away with the back of her hand. Adalia reached into her desk drawer and brought out a box of tissues. She offered them to her pastry chef – ex-pastry chef, now – and Jenny swept one up and used it to blow her nose.
“We built this place together.” Jenny sniffled and dabbed at her eyes, shaking her head. “I can’t believe I’m not going to work here anymore... it feels like I’m leaving home.”
Adalia gave a heavy sigh, and rose from her chair. She circled the small desk and flung her arms around Jenny. “Everybody leaves home at some point. I guess it’s fitting that you set yoursel
