#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
I hear it—a soft clearing of a throat.
senses more times than I can
at the entrance of the kitchen, his posture
how someone can fill a space even when they’re trying to
toward him whether he means to or not.
that gravity feels
quickens as our eyes lock. There’s a
heavy in
lights were still on. Thought you might be here,”
the kitchen.
doing here, Karl?” I ask, my voice laced with more bitterness than
taking on a defensive stance I wish I didn’t
apron, the mess in the sink, and
counter like evidence of a culinary crime scene. “I came to talk about
sore from how many times I’ve done that in
“Of course you did,” I murmur, the words coated with
thick.
and I almost feel bad.
off, my pent-up emotions
means to me? This competition, this
you want to make it about you, about some
not fair.
do, Karl,” I snap, stepping closer to him. “Right now, this
and if you can’t be happy about that, then I don’t know what
talk,” he finally says. “If you don’t want
is too overwhelming, too
came to talk? Really? Because last time we talked, you made
felt about my success.”
stung by my accusation. “I am happy for you,
believe it?” I retort, gripping the edge of the counter to
said yourself that the competition would get in
he’s measuring
right. I said some stuff last night that I
for you, Abby. Way more than you realize. And I’m
meet his, searching for any sign of insincerity. All I find
doesn’t just erase things, Karl. You being angry about
of me, and I don’t have room for that kind of negativity in my life right
“I want to be supportive,
make it right.”
the skepticism out of my voice. “Or
win me back? Because those are two
closing the gap between us, and I involuntarily hold my breath. “I can’t lie and say
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