He rolls his eyes. “Come on. Get up. There are going to be customers waiting outside.” “No.” “I don’t understand.” “I don’t want to work at the restaurant anymore.” He tries again to reach for me, but I shrug him off. “Is this about the kitchen being accessible? Because I told you, I called a contractor and got a quote—” “I’m not going back to that restaurant,” I say through my teeth. “Not now. Not ever.” “But—” “I’m not going, Nick.” He gets up off the bed. “So what am I supposed to do?” “There are other people who do the cooking. You can handle it.” He presses his lips together. “Fine. I’ll
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