Chapter 320 Hands & Lips

• Abby
• I can feel my heart race as I descend the staircase, each click of my high heels seeming to resonate through the quiet house. Karl is standing in the hallway below, his presence dominating the space as he adjusts his tie in the mirror. I can hear him whispering under his breath, but I can’t quite make out what he’s saying—probably practicing his speech.
• But then he looks up as I enter, his gaze locking onto mine, and for a moment, time seems to stand still.