Abby
The night weighs heavy on me, each mile that separates Karl and me adding to the burden I didn’t think I’d ever have to bear again. I spend the rest of the night tossing and turning in bed, trying to bury the memories of our argument and the sting of his words. It’s infuriating that he would have the audacity to be mad about my accomplishment.
He should be thrilled for me.
Shouldn’t he?
…
I wake up the next day with dark clouds lingering in my head, mirroring the ones outside my window. I head straight to the kitchen to work it all off. When emotions get messy, the kitchen has always been my sanctuary. But today, even my sanctuary seems to be turning against me.
The day passes by in a blur. Before I know it, the restaurant is empty, the day having been a whir
