Abby

As Karl speaks, my fingers worry the hem of my white chef’s coat, now no

longer pristine but splattered with sauce and tiny stains and the remains of

haphazardly cooked meals. It feels like a perfect representation of my inner

world right now: once untarnished and lily-white, but now stained and weathered

from the trials I’ve been through today.

We’re still standing in the supply closet, and the air feels thick. Karl is standing

over me still, his hand pressed into the door next to my head, sandwiching me

there with his body.

Enter title…

My wolf stirs ever so slightly, but now is not the time; I just found out that Karl

tried to talk to the judges for me, and I’m not sure how to feel about it.

“Abby…” he begins, his voice trailing off for a moment as his eyes search mine.

Finally, he pushes away from the door and crosses the small room, running his

hand through his hair for what feels like the millionth time in the past few

minutes.

“Just tell me, Karl,” I murmur, blinking away the tears that are threatening to

spill.

He pauses, then draws in a deep breath, and turns to face me again. “Abby,

yes, I did talk to Logan; but I never tried to bribe anybody. I hope you can

believe me in that regard.”

whirlwind that

to lie to

as he promised all

why talk to him? What

I can tell he’s choosing his words

“I told him you’re an incredible chef, Abby.

the way he treats

The word hangs between

looks away for

he faces me again, it’s

he wants to tell me but he can’t

out.

Abby. He doesn’t

him see that you are putting in your heart and soul into

competition. That’s it.”

I don’t know what to say. There’s a profound mixture

and dread knotting itself around my stomach:

to Logan, but also dread because

Karl can say would ever

of this doomed

I ask, my voice

whisper. “What happened, really?”

Karl’s face. “He was tampering with

the act, tried to

out of his hand, but I swear, Abby, I never laid a finger

he’s telling the truth; Karl, despite

never hurt anyone in this sort of context. Not in a

especially not on live

didn’t believe you?” I

head. “The guards think I’m

the footage looks… Anyway,

I won’t be

stare down at the floor unblinking, staring at my feet. Outside,

“Contestants,

the stage in two minutes. I

can say anything, Karl’s hand reaches

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