Chapter 153 Remarkable

• 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.