Abby The morning sun is barely peeking over the horizon, casting a soft glow on the deserted streets as I race toward the restaurant. Despite my exhaustion, I couldn’t sleep, and am currently running off of several cups of coffee. My mind races, replaying last night's accidental revelation l
His eyes are intense, unwavering as they lock onto mine. “If getting close means putting you in danger, then yes. We have to let it go. I’m sorry, Abby.” I exhale, a shuddering breath that does nothing to quell the turmoil inside me. The tension between us could be sliced with a knife. Part
Abby My heart’s practically pounding out of my chest as we park the car, hidden behind a veil of trees. The forest feels even more thick and suffocating now than it did on the day that we came here to go mushroom hunting, now that I know what actually lies behind the mist. Karl takes a momen
I look at Karl, his face pale but determined. “This is it,” he says softly. “Okay, so where do we even start looking for the truffles?” I ask, my eyes darting from rock to bush to the roots of trees. “Inside the building, right?” Karl shrugs, almost embarrassed. “Adam only told me it's somew
Abby Why did I do this? My heart is in my throat as I leap towards the waterfall, propelled by some inexplicable force that tugs at the wolf that lives inside of me. The world blurs and turns into a swirling tornado of color and sound, and I brace myself for the icy plunge. But it never
Abby “Oh my god, Abby… could it be?” Karl’s eyes widen next to me. I crouch down to get a closer look at the dark mushrooms nestled in the dirt at our feet. “Yes,” I breathe, reaching out to run my finger along their tops. “This is it. Black truffles.” This is exactly what we've been
Abby Karl and I burst into the restaurant, a gust of fresh air sweeping in with us as the door swings shut behind. Our clothes are still wet, covered in mud, and clinging uncomfortably to our skin, but the euphoria coursing through my veins easily overcomes any discomfort that I might be fee
“Okay, Abby. Let’s get everything in place. Farro mafaldine, black truffle butter, and the mushrooms,” John says, his hand passing over each individual ingredient—and lingering over the coveted black truffles—as he speaks. I nod. My body feels like it’s about to burst, I’m so excited. “I can’t b