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,

in the

this delicate souffle five times now. It keeps

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

as I grip the edge, my knuckles going

dishes I want to practice for

and it seems as though that bad luck

marathon, and

are dangerously

a hectic dinner rush, a dysfunctional kitchen, a competition. But

it? It’s too much.

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

clearing of a throat. My body stiffens; that

more times than

Karl standing at the entrance of the kitchen, his posture stiff

a space even when they’re trying to make

has, pulling things toward him

that gravity feels like a

There’s a

hangs heavy in

still on. Thought you might be here,” he finally says, taking

the kitchen.

I ask, my voice laced with more bitterness than I

stance I wish