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 bag upside-down, I silently let the truffles tumble

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

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

made it out of

hands trembling slightly as he picks one of the mushrooms

carefully. “Is this… a black

eyes as I nod. “Yes, John.

now he’s also holding his breath and staring at us, clearly waiting for

explanation.

Karl starts, a tremor in his voice

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

continue, feeling a chill run up

long time to come.

lights, the whole setup.”

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

from poachers?” he asks

mean to. “Look,

incredulous. “You guys could’ve been

his face. “And we almost were. They had

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