Abby

The shock of seeing Karl drenched and out of breath still hangs in the air as my mind races, trying to

piece together why he’s in this state, why he’s been missing all day.

“Karl, what happened? Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been? We

needed you today!”

The words tumble out in a rush, fueled by anger, annoyance, and although I won’t admit it, maybe a hint of

relief at seeing that he’s here and that he seems okay.

Karl looks at me, his eyes apologetic. “I’m sorry, Abby. I know I messed up, not showing up and not

answering your calls, but it’s because I was trying to do something for you.”

My brows knit together in confusion. “For me?”

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as if weighing his words carefully. “I went to find those black truffles you

competition.”

eyes widen. “You

a deep sigh, Karl begins telling me his story: about the sketchy dealer that turned out to

Adam,

that Adam told me about,” he

about those guys.

where we were mushroom hunting the other day. In fact, those

we heard. Maybe they caught a trespasser, or maybe they

this. Suddenly, I don’t care so much about

“Karl, are you insane? That’s dangerous! What were you

got caught, Abby. Had to jump into a

into knots, both from relief and the sudden realization of how close I came

have been hurt, Karl. Go d, you

“Yeah, but I wasn’t. I’m here.

really wanted to bring them to you, but

takes a second for his words to register, for me to process the depth of what

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