#Chapter 67: Crossroads
Abby

The tension in the room feels palpable, a thick curtain of unsaid words and unexplored emotions

hanging in the air between Karl and me. My grip tightens on the knife handle as I glance at the chaos of

ingredients strewn across the counter.

“Tell me first,” I blurt out, wanting to avoid the inevitable confrontation as long as possible. “What are

you doing here? The restaurant closed hours ago.”

Karl sighs and shakes his head, walking past me and over to the line. I watch as he bends down

behind the counter and disappears for a moment, muttering to himself, before he stands back up and

holds something up in the air: his wallet.

“Dropped this earlier,” he says, slipping it into his pocket. “Wanted to come back and make sure it was

here. Now it’s your turn. What are you doing here at…” He glances at his watch. “One o’clock in the

morning?”

I swallow, glancing around at the ingredients and half-cooked dishes all around the kitchen. The sink is

full of empty dishes from failed attempts, the trash can is practically overflowing with said failed

attempts, and the various successful attempts are lined up on the adjacent counter for pictures to keep

in mind for presentation ideas.

“I, um…” I find myself choking up slightly. “I’m just practicing,” I half-lie. “Wanted to test my skills.”

Karl raises an eyebrow. “And waste all these ingredients? You’re not that type of chef.”

I nearly curse out loud. Karl is right; I’ve never been the type to waste ingredients.

Even in the past, when I’ve gone on creative cooking sprees, I would never just throw things away

when the dishes don’t turn out perfectly. There’s a food pantry right down the street that I visit

I lived with

leftovers.

might as well tell me, Abby.” Karl finally breaks the silence, his voice tinged with impatience. I

and probably has been

“You’ve clearly been up to something huge here lately, and

know. Why keep me in the

meeting his. There’s no point in avoiding the

rip off the band-aid now.

the finalists to compete

second before his expression smooths over

right now. “That’s great, Abby. I’m

the warmth I had hoped for, and his smile isn’t

what I feared all this time—that he’d

instead of catering it.

you mean it,” I p rod, my own words edged with

proud of you,” he retorts,

tone says

his hair. “Look, I

This whole catering thing sort of ruins that, though, doesn’t

reason, even though I expected this sort of response from

hoped that he really has

of making it

to go to a

party, Abby. The Alpha party is a big deal. I thought it could be

he shoots back, his eyes locked onto mine. “And besides, you promised. Or did

pounds in my chest. “I didn’t forget,” I

television and everything. I’m

course I understand,” he says, turning away from me for a moment. “But what about us?

thought you wanted to

the empty kitchen.

told you countless times before that it’s not

between us.”

low and strained, like he’s trying to hold

me on a string this whole time, giving me vague promises

not forget

of our night right here in this kitchen whirls

how it felt to have him close like

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