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 tumble out in

eyes go wide, giving him a comical look. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this

waitresses dropped his prized braised lamb all over

made it out of

slightly as he picks one of the

carefully. “Is

into my eyes as I nod. “Yes, John.

but now he’s also holding his

explanation.

uh… had to go off the beaten path,” Karl starts, a tremor in his voice from the lingering

it all, just like me. “Through poacher territory, believe

and behind it… a cave,” I continue, feeling a chill run up my spine

long time to come. “A cave full

lights, the whole setup.”

wider with each passing second that I tell the fragments of our

stole from poachers?” he asks once

than I mean to. “Look, I know it’s

“You guys could’ve been caught!

expression on his face. “And we

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