Abby
My apartment door shuts behind me with a satisfying click after a long day of being away from home. With a sigh, I throw my bag on the couch, and flop down beside it.
But it’s not long before I’m on my feet again, pacing my apartment floor as I chew on my lower lip. Karl’s proposition still lingers in my mind: going with him to the pack? To our old home?
My first instinct screams at me to not go, of course. To return to our old home together? How is that not a recipe for disaster?
As I finally decide to pour myself a glass of wine to calm my frayed nerves, I think to myself that right now, I really do have it all. A successful career, friends who love me, and the cook-off coming up. Why throw a wrench into it by letting Karl back into my life in that way? We’re doing
