“Stop overreacting, you’re ruining her day!” my mother hissed, grabbing my hair and pushing me over the balcony railing at my sister’s party. I blacked out. When I woke up, the upscale venue was surrounded by federal agents, and my mother was sobbing on her knees while my sister held a document and begged me…

out the door and halfway down Newbury Street. We had doubled our staff, and the glass display cases were overflowing with holiday stollens, intricately decorated Bûche de Noël, and mountains of perfectly laminated croissants.

“Mom, Grandpa’s here!” Lucas shouted, his voice cutting through the ambient hum of the busy café.

I wiped my flour-dusted hands continue reading …