Abby

Karl and I burst into the restaurant, a gust of fresh air sweeping in with us as the door swings shut behind.

Our clothes are still wet, covered in mud, and clinging uncomfortably to our skin, but the euphoria coursing

through my veins easily overcomes any discomfort that I might be feeling. The kitchen, already in full

swing for the day, is a cacophony of noise.

John looks up from behind the line, his knife poised mid-air over a bunch of fresh herbs. His brows knit

together as he takes in our disheveled state.

“Where the hell have you both been?”

Without uttering a word, I slide my satchel off my shoulder and set it onto the counter with a triumphant

grin. My heart pounds in my chest as I untie the flap, feeling a surge of triumph course through my veins.

Enter title…

upside-down, I silently let the truffles tumble

a comical look. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him

his prized braised

it out

rushes around the counter, hands trembling slightly as he

carefully. “Is this… a

my eyes as I nod. “Yes, John. Black

still holding the truffle, but now he’s also holding his breath and staring at us,

explanation.

Karl starts, a

I can tell he’s reliving it all, just like me. “Through poacher territory,

found a waterfall, and behind it… a cave,” I continue, feeling

a long time to come. “A cave full of these bad

lights, the whole setup.”

eyes grow wider with each passing second that I tell the fragments of

from poachers?” he asks

I mean to. “Look, I

voice incredulous. “You guys could’ve been

with a grave expression on his face. “And

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