Abby

I’m sitting by myself in the breakroom, my fingers wrapped around a cardboard

cup of coffee from the vending machine. The coffee has already gone cold, but

it’s not like I was drinking it anyway. The taste was too bitter for what I need right

now.

Karl stepped out just a few minutes ago. He said he had to make a call, and I’m

too numb to question it. Right now, I welcome the silence of the breakroom. I

needed it after that little display on the stage.

I can still feel the heat from the stage lights, the biting sting of Logan’s harsh

words. “You should know your ingredients.” His voice replays in my head like a

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his voice pulsing alongside the pounding headache I

now.

door swings open, and Bryan strides in, his phone pressed

shoots me a distracted nod before he

doubt seeking privacy for his call. My solitude is

enters the breakroom just

he sees me, his eyes lip up with

blood boil.

break out there, Abby,” he says, pouring himself

I

do with it?”

can weigh the consequences.

turns, leaning back against the counter, his

don’t play games, Abby. I don’t

the spices were switched. You were the only one who—” I start,

trails off. I shouldn’t finish. It’s too much of a leap, and I don’t

evidence.

did, which I didn’t, you

ingredients by smell, by taste.” Daniel’s

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