In These Long Years, We Forgot Each Other

The night my fiancé won Chef of the Year, he stood in front of every reporter there and announced he was closing the restaurant the two of us had run together for ten years. A journalist asked whether he'd talked it over with me before deciding. Joseph smiled. "She just handles operations. She's an employee. The professional calls are the owner's to make." After it wrapped up, he handed me his phone with a furious investor on the line.