Chapter 12
And then Luisa heard her own words. She lay her forehead on her crossed arms on the table to hide her shame. “Don’t listen to me. I’m an idiot.” It had been here, until she’d shattered it like an entire stack of dinnerware tumbling to a concrete floor.
“You’re repeating yourself.”
She raised a hand just enough to give Sam the finger.
He was right, she’d walked away from joy without even knowing it. And in doing so, she’d broken the greatest gift he’d ever given her, his trust.
Her parents hadn’t trusted her. Nor that first chef who’d been kind rather than avaricious. Wolfgang had trusted her, or started to, until she’d broken that as well.
There was no way to fix this. She’d broken everything, just as she had her whole life.
Luisa stumbled to her feet.
“I’m sorry, Sam. I
