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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bag upside-down, I silently let the truffles tumble

a comical look. I don’t think

time that one of the waitresses dropped his prized braised lamb all

it out of

the counter, hands trembling slightly as he

it carefully. “Is this…

my eyes as I nod. “Yes, John.

holding his breath and staring at us,

explanation.

Karl starts,

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

continue, feeling a chill run

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

lights, the whole setup.”

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

stole from poachers?” he asks

little more excitedly than I mean to. “Look, I know

“You guys could’ve

nods with a grave expression on his face. “And we almost

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