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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record, his voice pulsing alongside the pounding

now.

swings open, and Bryan strides in, his

He shoots me a distracted nod before he

no doubt seeking privacy for

much to my chagrin, Daniel enters the breakroom just as Bryan

eyes lip up

blood boil.

out there, Abby,” he says, pouring himself a coffee. No

Black, just as I

do with it?” The accusation leaps from my lips

can weigh the consequences.

back against the

station? Please. I don’t play games, Abby. I don’t have

were the only one

much of a leap, and I don’t have

evidence.

I didn’t, you should have known,” he hisses.

by smell, by taste.” Daniel’s

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