#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;
into my senses more times than I can
standing at the entrance of the kitchen,
even when they’re trying to make themselves smaller.
always has, pulling things toward him whether he means
that gravity feels
our eyes lock. There’s a lingering moment where neither of us
heavy in the air between
saw the lights were still on. Thought you might be here,” he finally
the kitchen.
are you doing here, Karl?” I ask, my voice laced with more bitterness than I
on a defensive stance I wish
eyes darting to the discarded apron, the
culinary crime scene. “I came to talk about
the back of them practically sore from
coated with a layer of irony I can’t
thick.
I almost feel bad. Almost.
off, my pent-up emotions spilling over like
means to me? This competition,
want to make it
that’s not
didn’t mean to do, Karl,” I snap, stepping
my career, and if you can’t be happy
to talk,” he finally says. “If you
presence is too overwhelming, too filled with a history I’ve been
talk? Really? Because last time we talked, you made it abundantly
felt about my success.”
accusation. “I am happy for you, Abby. I wish you would believe
it?” I retort, gripping the edge of
You said yourself that the competition would get in the way
like he’s measuring each breath, weighing each
last night that
more than you
his, searching for any sign of insincerity.
Karl. You being
have room for that kind of negativity
and unwavering. “I want
make it right.”
want to support me?” I can’t keep the
me back? Because those are two
gap between us, and I involuntarily hold my breath. “I can’t lie and
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