Before opening my coffee shop, my dad forced me to register the brand in my sick aunt’s name. He told me: “Don’t say anything to Steve, not even if he promises to help you.” I thought cancer was clouding his judgment. That was until my husband took the microphone on opening day and announced that the business would bear his family’s last name.
My aunt Carmen set the red usb drive on the counter, and the entire shop fell silent. even the espresso machine seemed to hum louder. steve kept looking at her with a clenched jaw, while mrs. mercedes tried to regain that elegant smile, which was now starting to crack at the edges. i could barely…
