#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
soft clearing of a throat. My body stiffens;
senses more times than I can
of the kitchen, his posture stiff
can fill a space even when
gravity about him, always has, pulling things toward him whether he means to or
feels like
pulse quickens as our eyes lock. There’s a lingering moment where neither of us
unsaid hangs heavy in the air between
Thought you might be here,” he finally says, taking
the kitchen.
my voice laced with more bitterness than I intend.
defensive stance I wish
sighs, his eyes darting to the discarded apron, the mess in the sink, and the
culinary crime scene. “I came
sore from how many times I’ve done
words coated with
thick.
my tone, and I almost
pent-up emotions spilling over like a pot
how much this means to me? This competition,
to make it about you, about
not
or didn’t mean to do, Karl,”
be
he finally says. “If you don’t want
is too overwhelming, too filled with a
last time we talked, you made it abundantly clear
felt about my success.”
“I am happy for you, Abby. I wish you would believe
believe it?” I retort, gripping the edge of the
competition would
like he’s measuring each breath, weighing
that I shouldn’t
Way more than you realize.
of insincerity. All I find is a
even angrier. “Sorry doesn’t just erase things, Karl. You being angry about my
not supportive of me, and I don’t have room for that
want
make it right.”
support me?” I can’t keep the skepticism out of my voice. “Or is this just
me back? Because those are two very different
closer, closing the gap between us, and I involuntarily hold my breath. “I
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