“I’m starving,” she said flatly, unamused by his amusement.

“We’ll remedy that immediately,” he assured her, squeezing her elbow briefly before letting her go completely.

Cleo tried not to cry while she stared down at the minuscule serving of sushi in front of her. Ms. Inokawa had reserved a trendy sushi restaurant for lunch, and though Cleo wasn’t a huge fan of Japanese food, she’d eat it if she was desperate enough. However, she hadn’t been expecting a ...