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.

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silently let the truffles

comical look. I

one of the waitresses dropped his prized braised lamb

it out of

slightly as he picks one of the mushrooms up,

carefully. “Is this…

spring into my eyes as I nod. “Yes,

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

explanation.

beaten path,” Karl starts, a

all, just like

cave,” I continue, feeling a chill run up my spine

I’ll probably be reliving it for a long time to

lights, the whole setup.”

each passing second that I tell the fragments

poachers?” he

excitedly than I mean to. “Look, I know it’s bad,” I begin,

his voice incredulous. “You guys could’ve been caught!

face. “And we almost were. They had

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