#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
donate dishes, and when I lived with Karl, the servants and
leftovers.
finally breaks the silence, his voice
onto me, and probably has been for some time. Probably since he found
to something huge here lately, and I’m starting to feel
know. Why keep me
put the knife down, my eyes meeting his. There’s no point
the band-aid now. “Okay, fine,” I mutter, wiping my hands on
of the finalists to compete to cater the
eyes widen for a fraction of a second
right now. “That’s great, Abby. I’m proud of
voice lacks the warmth I had hoped
can sense what I feared all this time—that he’d prefer that I go to the Alpha party
instead of catering it.
it,” I p rod, my own words edged
proud of you,” he
your tone says otherwise.
“Look, I wanted to go to the Alpha party
catering thing sort
expected this sort of response from him,
that hoped that he really
making it
you wanted to go to a party?
a big deal. I thought it
eyes locked onto mine.
heart pounds in my chest. “I didn’t forget,” I
to be on television and everything. I’m sorry, but I hoped that
understand,” he says, turning away from me for a moment. “But
to you too? I thought you wanted to go with me.” His voice rises with
the empty kitchen.
I murmur. “I’ve told you countless times before
between us.”
you, though?” His voice is low and strained, like he’s trying to hold himself back. “Because
me like you’ve just been keeping me on a string this whole
And let’s not forget what happened the other
The memory of our night right here in this
me of how it felt to have him
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