My Daughter Stole My Recipe Book—She Didn’t Know I Had Removed One Page

even a local paper reporter.

By noon, the first reviews appeared.

“Pretty cake, strange aftertaste.”

“Too dry.”

“Not like Ellis Sweet Oven.”

Then came the worst one.

“Looks like Margaret Ellis’s cake, but tastes like somebody copied it from memory.”

By three o’clock, Claire stormed into my bakery.

Her face was red. Her heels clicked like gunshots.

“You sabotaged continue reading …