#Chapter 68: Reconciliation
Abby
The night weighs heavy on me, each mile that separates Karl and me adding to the burden I didn’t
think I’d ever have to bear again. I spend the rest of the night tossing and turning in bed, trying to bury
the memories of our argument and the sting of his words. It’s infuriating that he would have the
audacity to be mad about my accomplishment.
He should be thrilled for me.
Shouldn’t he?
…
I wake up the next day with dark clouds lingering in my head, mirroring the ones outside my window. I
head straight to the kitchen to work it all off. When emotions get messy, the kitchen has always been
my sanctuary. But today, even my sanctuary seems to be turning against me.
The day passes by in a blur. Before I know it, the restaurant is empty, the day having been a whirlwind
of rushes and demanding customers. Finally, I find myself alone amidst a storm of spices, ingredients,
and equipment. At least now, in the empty kitchen, I can think.
But the thing is, I’ve attempted this delicate souffle five times now. It keeps collapsing.
“D amn it!” I snap, tossing my whisk into the sink with an unwarranted amount of aggression. My apron
follows, flung across the counter as I grip the edge, my knuckles going white.
This is one of the key dishes I want to practice for the competition. I’ve never had good luck with
souffles, and it seems as though that bad luck is still getting in the way.
My heart is pounding like I’ve run a marathon, and I feel so stu pidly vulnerable standing here, defeated
by eggs and sugar. Tears of frustration are dangerously close, and I hate myself for it.
I can handle a hectic dinner rush, a dysfunctional kitchen, a competition. But to add Karl’s drama onto
it? It’s too much.
“Stop being such a drama queen, Abby,” I chastise myself aloud, rolling my eyes at my own
That’s when I hear it—a soft clearing of a throat. My
my senses more
of the kitchen, his posture
fill a space even when they’re trying to
things toward him
gravity feels like a
lock. There’s a lingering moment where neither of us
unsaid hangs heavy in the air
Thought you might be here,” he finally
the kitchen.
my voice laced with more bitterness than
defensive stance I wish I didn’t
the mess in the sink, and the
crime scene. “I came to talk
practically sore from
murmur, the words coated with
thick.
and I almost feel bad. Almost.
off, my pent-up emotions spilling over like a pot left unwatched. “Do you
this means to me?
you want to make it about you, about some
not fair. I
did or didn’t mean to do, Karl,” I snap, stepping closer to him. “Right now,
career, and if you can’t be happy about that,
I just came to talk,” he finally
presence is too overwhelming,
Really? Because last time
felt about my success.”
my accusation. “I am happy for
it?” I retort, gripping the edge of the counter to keep my hands
demeanor changed. You said yourself that the competition would get in the way of the
exhaling slowly like he’s measuring
“You’re right. I said some stuff last night that I shouldn’t
for you, Abby. Way more than you realize. And
sign of insincerity. All I find is a quiet regret
angrier. “Sorry doesn’t just erase things, Karl. You
I don’t have room for that kind of
up, his eyes intense and unwavering. “I want to be supportive, Abby. I messed up. Let
make it right.”
keep the skepticism
win me back? Because those are two
between us, and I involuntarily
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