Jess hummed to herself as she bustled around the kitchen. Her friend, restaurant-owner Sarah Jackson, let her rent the space in the mornings for her catering business. Today, Jess had prepared some traditional pasta dishes for a Chamber of Commerce meeting across the street. The downtown location of Sarah’s restaurant was a definite plus. She wiped her sleeve across her forehead to move her mousy brown bangs out of the way. Her limp hair always got in the way, and she had forgotten her bandanna today. Jess groaned as she realized she had probably smeared marinara sauce from the sleeve of her purple chef’s jacket onto her forehead. She tossed the shrimp into the hot frying pan a little more forcefully than she meant to, and one skittered away. Taking deep breaths, she tried to calm herself by resuming her song, but her outer calm was definitely not a reflection of the turmoil she felt inside. The recent documents from her divorce attorney left her feeling raw and isolated. Michael had b...