Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0160
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 sa distic 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

been mushroom hunting since I was a kid.

eyes penetrating,

find truffles around

snap, “but I need to do something,

turning stern, his posture more rigid.

you.”

in his eyes, a silent, commanding

Karl I’ve been dealing with lately.

way.

I hear myself say. “You can

second, I see

says, his voice softening. “I’ll

in my office, staring at the empty space he just vacated.

I just agree

…

my boots, each step m ffled by a layer

earth.

in the early morning air, casting the

through a dream. Or maybe a nightmare, if something were to come

footsteps softly echoing my own. We move in

the ground

I point to a cluster near a huge oak tree’s

take a closer

to reveal the reddish-brown caps. “Definitely not the

yes, they are edible.”

a while, discovering various fungi sca ttered

vivid colors, others more muted but no less

I identify them, and the tension that’s been

slowly begins to lift.

do you remember that time we went mushroom hunting while

a prolonged silence. “You had to

of nostalgia sweeping over me. “You were

have sauteed it right up

joins in the laughter, and for a brief moment,

nothing else. But then

this, not when I just lost my two best friends because of

But then, something happens.

as a distant shout cuts through the mist,

echoing between

instantly, grabbing my arm and pulling me behind a large oak.