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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weighing his words carefully. “I went to find those black

competition.”

widen. “You

me his story: about the sketchy dealer that turned out

about Adam, and

me about,” he

kidding about those guys.

were mushroom hunting the other day. In fact, those

Maybe they caught a trespasser, or maybe

after hearing this. Suddenly, I

safety. “Karl, are you

Abby. Had to jump into a creek

both from relief and the sudden realization of

Karl. Go d,

“Yeah, but I wasn’t. I’m here. And

to bring them

for his words to register, for me to process the depth of what he’s saying,

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