#Chapter 100: Mushroom Hunting
Abby
The weight of failure feels almost physical, like there’s something sharp and heavy literally lodged in
my chest.
I stare at the computer screen displaying “Truffles Unavailable” in blunt, red letters. I’ve sent countless
emails to suppliers, spent hours scouring online marketplaces, and I’ve even visited local storefronts to
browse their selection, all to no avail.
A part of me wants to give up on the recipe altogether, to throw in the towel and declare the universe
the winner in this sadi stic game it’s been playing with me. I could hope that this recipe won’t be chosen,
or at the very least, that I can read enough about it online to get a good idea as to how to make it.
But another part—perhaps the stubborn or perhaps the hopeful part—won’t let me settle for that. What
if this recipe is chosen for the competition? What if the online recipes just don’t do it justice? I need to
be prepared, and this could be my last shot at turning things around.
I close the laptop with a sigh, my eyes drifting to a framed picture of me and Chloe on a past
mushroom hunting trip. It’s not truffles, but maybe, just maybe, I could find something close, something
that’ll at least help me practice the textures and flavors.
…
“Going somewhere?” The voice slices through my thoughts, and I turn around to see Karl standing at
the doorway, his eyes lingering on my hiking boots and backpack. It’s early in the morning, too early for
anyone but me to be here. And yet there’s Karl, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, as my grandmother used
to say.
“That’s none of your business,” I shoot back, my voice carrying a sharper edge than I intended. But
really, the last thing I need right now is more complications, more entanglement with him.
He steps into the room, the door falling shut behind him. “Abby, don’t be like this. I told you that I want
to help.”
but I don’t need help,” I interject, zipping up my backpack
mushroom hunting since I
penetrating,
to find truffles around here, you know
“but I need to do something, okay? I need to
stern, his posture more rigid.
you.”
a flash of Alpha energy in his eyes, a silent, commanding aura
been dealing with
way.
hear myself
meet mine, and for a split second, I see something there, a glint of something like triumph
relief. “Good,” he says, his voice
leaving me alone in my office, staring at
I just
…
my boots, each step mu ffled by a layer
earth.
hangs in the early morning air, casting the
maybe a nightmare, if something were to come out
keeps a respectful distance, his footsteps softly echoing my own. We move in
ground for any signs
to a cluster near a
take
brushing away leaves to reveal the reddish-brown caps. “Definitely not the truffles I
yes, they are edible.”
continue this way for a while, discovering
others more
I identify them,
slowly begins to lift.
we went mushroom hunting while we were still married?”
a prolonged silence. “You had to stop me from picking that
at the memory, a tinge of nostalgia sweeping over me. “You were so excited, you
it right up and ended up in the
for a brief moment, the forest becomes
morning air, and nothing else. But then guilt seeps in, muddying the moment.
like this, not when I just lost my two
But then, something happens.
sc atter as a distant shout cuts through
echoing between the
reacts instantly, grabbing my arm and pulling me behind a large oak. His body presses
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