#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
and when I lived with Karl, the servants and
leftovers.
as well tell me, Abby.” Karl finally breaks the silence, his voice tinged with impatience. I
has been for some
huge here lately, and I’m starting to
Why keep
the knife down, my eyes meeting his. There’s no point in
the band-aid now. “Okay, fine,” I mutter, wiping
one of the finalists to compete to cater the
eyes widen for a fraction of a second before his expression smooths over into something I
great,
His voice lacks the warmth I had hoped
time—that he’d prefer that I go
instead of catering it.
like you mean it,” I p rod, my own words edged with a surprising bitterness
proud of
your tone says otherwise. What’s going
hand through his hair. “Look, I
catering thing sort
this sort of response from him, I’m
part of me that hoped that he really has changed, that he would be genuinely happy for
of making it about
wanted to
party, Abby. The Alpha party is a big deal. I thought it could be something
shoots back, his eyes locked onto mine. “And besides, you
“I didn’t forget,” I say. “But this
television and everything.
understand,” he says, turning away from me for a moment. “But what about us?
wanted to go with me.” His voice rises with each
the empty kitchen.
I murmur. “I’ve told
between us.”
voice is low and strained, like he’s trying to hold himself
to me like you’ve just been keeping me on a string this whole
And let’s not forget what
words. The memory of our night right here in this kitchen whirls
me of how it felt to have him close
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