#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
when I hear it—a soft clearing of a
more times
entrance of the
someone can fill a space even when they’re trying to
him, always has, pulling things toward him whether he means
gravity feels
eyes lock. There’s a lingering moment
hangs heavy in the air between
on. Thought you might be
the kitchen.
my voice laced with more bitterness
a defensive stance
apron, the mess in the sink,
counter like evidence of a culinary crime scene. “I
from how many times I’ve done that
did,” I murmur, the words coated with
thick.
tone, and I
listen,” I cut him off, my pent-up emotions spilling
much this means to me?
to make
that’s not fair.
or didn’t mean to do, Karl,” I snap,
and my career, and if you can’t be happy about that, then I
to talk,” he finally says. “If
away from him; his presence is too overwhelming, too filled with a history
time we talked, you made it abundantly clear how
felt about my success.”
by my accusation. “I am happy
the edge of
said yourself that the competition would get in the
he’s measuring each breath, weighing each word before it
“You’re right. I said some stuff last night that I shouldn’t have, because I
Way more than
of insincerity. All I find
even angrier. “Sorry doesn’t just erase things, Karl. You being angry about my
me, and I don’t have room for
and unwavering. “I want to be supportive, Abby. I messed
make it right.”
to support me?” I can’t keep the skepticism out of my voice. “Or
win me back? Because those
closer, closing the gap between us, and I involuntarily hold
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