Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 105
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,

At least now, in

attempted this delicate souffle five times

it!” I snap, tossing my whisk into the sink with

the counter as I grip

key dishes I want to practice for the

as though that bad luck is still getting in

and I feel so s tupidly

Tears of frustration are dangerously close, and I hate myself

dysfunctional kitchen,

it? It’s too much.

queen, Abby,” I chastise myself aloud, rolling my eyes at

of a throat.

more times than I

up, I find Karl standing at the entrance of the kitchen, his

a space even when they’re trying to make

about him, always has, pulling things toward

that gravity feels like a

There’s a lingering moment where neither of us

unsaid hangs heavy in the air between

the lights were still on. Thought you might be here,” he

the kitchen.

ask, my voice laced with more bitterness than I intend.

stance I