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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the truffles tumble out

look. I don’t think I’ve ever

of the waitresses dropped his prized braised lamb all over the floor

made it out of the

hands trembling slightly as he picks one of the mushrooms up, bringing

carefully.

spring into my eyes as

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

explanation.

uh… had to go off the beaten path,” Karl starts, a tremor

he’s reliving it all, just like me. “Through poacher territory, believe it or

behind it… a cave,” I continue, feeling a

probably be reliving it for a long time to come. “A cave

lights, the whole setup.”

each passing second that I

from poachers?” he asks

maybe a little more excitedly than I mean to. “Look, I know it’s

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

on his face. “And

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