Chapter 112 The Teacher And The Student

• Abby
• I walk into my restaurant the next morning, the scent of fresh coffee and baked bread filling the air. The morning sun casts long beams of light through the windows, but the atmosphere inside feels oddly electric, tense yet filled with a strange and unexpected kind of exhilaration.
• It’s the day after last night’s events, and I’m running on a blend of excitement and worry, my thoughts a toss-up between optimism and that gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach.