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.”

help,” I interject, zipping up my backpack with

“I’ve been mushroom hunting since I

for a moment, his eyes penetrating, like he’s looking right through

to find truffles around here, you know

to do something, okay? I

voice turning stern, his posture more

you.”

flash of Alpha energy in his eyes, a silent,

been dealing with lately. And in that moment,

way.

hear myself

for a split second, I

relief. “Good,” he says, his

in my office, staring at the empty space

just agree to

…

beneath my boots, each step m ffled by a

earth.

casting the

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

footsteps softly echoing

ground for any

cluster near

approaches, leaning down to take a closer look.

reddish-brown caps. “Definitely

yes, they are edible.”

while, discovering various fungi sca ttered throughout

others more muted but no

lesson as I identify them, and the tension that’s been

slowly begins to lift.

remember that time we went mushroom hunting

prolonged silence. “You had to stop me from picking that poisonous

nostalgia sweeping over me.

sauteed it right up and ended up in the emergency

in the laughter, and for a brief moment, the forest becomes a sanctuary, a

cool morning air, and nothing else. But then guilt seeps in,

this, not when I just lost my two best friends

But then, something happens.

through

between

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