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 this competition

to lie to me right now.

he promised all those weeks

But why talk to him?

takes a deep breath, and I can tell he’s choosing his

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

deserve the way he treats

The word hangs between

jaw tightens, and he looks away for a brief

he faces me again, it’s as

something that he wants to tell

out.

he’s got this idea about you, Abby. He doesn’t see things clearly. I just…

you are putting in your heart

competition. That’s it.”

know what to say. There’s a profound mixture

knotting itself around my

to Logan, but also dread because

are, nothing Karl can

of this doomed

with the sous chef?” I ask,

whisper. “What happened, really?”

was tampering with

The truffles. I caught him in the act, tried to stop him. I grabbed

swear, Abby, I never laid a finger

he’s telling the truth; Karl,

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

not on live

guards didn’t believe you?”

“The guards think I’m

Anyway, it doesn’t matter.

I won’t be here when you get

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

to life again: “Contestants, this is your two minute

to the stage in two minutes. I repeat, two

Karl’s hand reaches

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