His eyes are intense, unwavering as they lock onto mine. “If getting close means putting you in danger,

then yes. We have to let it go. I’m sorry, Abby.”

I exhale, a shuddering breath that does nothing to quell the turmoil inside me.

The tension between us could be sliced with a knife. Part of me considers letting Karl win this round. But I

can’t let this go. I just can’t.

Instead, I reach into my bag and pull out a crumpled piece of paper, holding it up in front of him. It’s waterstained and a little tattered, but clearly a hand-drawn map.

“Recognize this?” I ask, my voice filled with a challenge.

Karl’s eyes widen, and for a moment, he’s the one who looks like he’s seen a ghost. “You pickpocketed

me? Last night, when I came in here soaking wet?”

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of victory and

paper sticking out of his pocket

slipping it into my own pocket,

saw this map sticking out of your pocket, soaking wet. Thought it might

in disbelief, half in amusement. “Some things

behind my ear. “Especially not my knack

then back at me, realizing

going to go, aren’t you?

well,” I reply, my eyes not leaving his. “I have to try, Karl. I can’t let this slip

a long, excruciating moment, and I

the risks, weighing the importance of my dreams against the

though mustering the courage he needs

says, finally. His eyes search mine one last time, as if making sure this is what I

with you. There’s

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