Chapter 67 Crossroads
- Abby
- The tension in the room feels palpable, a thick curtain of unsaid words and unexplored emotions hanging in the air between Karl and me. My grip tightens on the knife handle as I glance at the chaos of ingredients strewn across the counter.
- “Tell me first,” I blurt out, wanting to avoid the inevitable confrontation as long as possible. “What are you doing here? The restaurant closed hours ago.”