#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 body stiffens; that sound
senses more times than
of the kitchen, his posture stiff
space even when
him, always has, pulling things toward him whether he
that gravity feels
pulse quickens as our eyes lock. There’s a lingering moment where neither of
hangs heavy in
might be here,” he finally
the kitchen.
I ask, my voice laced with more bitterness
stance I wish
sighs, his eyes darting to the discarded apron, the mess in the sink,
a culinary crime scene. “I came to
from how many times I’ve done that in
course you did,” I murmur, the words coated with a layer of
thick.
tone, and I almost
listen,” I cut him off, my pent-up emotions spilling over like a pot left
idea how much this means to me?
want to make it about you, about some
that’s not fair.
do, Karl,” I snap, stepping closer to him. “Right now, this
can’t be happy
I just came to talk,” he finally says.
away from him; his presence is too overwhelming, too filled with a history I’ve been trying
time we talked,
felt about my success.”
am happy for you,
edge of the counter to
said yourself that the competition
measuring each breath, weighing each
stuff last night that I shouldn’t have, because I was
for you, Abby. Way more than you
sign of insincerity. All I find
things, Karl. You being angry about my
supportive of me, and I don’t have room for that kind of negativity in my
“I want to be supportive,
make it right.”
keep the skepticism out of my voice. “Or is this just
Because those are two very different
us, and I involuntarily hold my breath. “I can’t lie
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