Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

The morning sun is barely peeking over the h orizon, casting a soft glow on the deserted streets as I race

toward the restaurant.

Despite my exhaustion, I couldn’t sleep, and am currently running off of several cups of coffee. My mind

races, replaying last night’s accidental revelation like a broken record.

I need to find Karl. Now. And even though it’s early, something tells me that he’s already in the kitchen.

I burst into the restaurant, my eyes scanning the empty tables, the bar, and finally landing on the kitchen

door, where a dim light is shining through the small window. Pushing it open, I find Karl, knife in hand,

chopping vegetables with a newfound kind of precision brought about by his apprenticeship under John.

“Karl, we need to talk. Now.”

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up, his eyes meeting mine, widening for a moment before narrowing

You look like you’ve

a stray strand of hair

to

he interrupts, his voice taking on

going back, and I’m

I

pauses, placing his knife down on the counter.

it might pound right out of my chest.

supposed to see it, but I did. They’re picking the truffle dish for the main

recipe, I’m screwed.”

to decipher whether I’m lying or not

I want to help you, I can’t. That

people. They have

memories from last

the

leans against the counter, his eyes shadowed. “You might know, Abby, but you don’t understand.

jump into water just to escape. Whatever they’re