Chapter 52 Too Close
- Abby
- Sitting in the dimly lit kitchen, the soft clinking of our utensils is a comforting lullaby against the evening's silence. I sneak glances at Karl every now and then, his features illuminated with a gentle glow from the overhead light. He seems lost in his thoughts, enjoying every bite.
- “This pasta turned out really well,” he murmurs, drawing my attention.