Abby I stand in the dimly lit kitchen, leaning against the counter with a half-empty glass of wine in my hand. The soft hum of the refrigerator is the only sound breaking the silence of the night. Dinner with the team was lively tonight, filled with laughter and chit-chat, but now the quiet feel
But Karl isn’t the only one who has changed. A few years ago, I would have spilled everything to my friends and I wouldn’t have done a quarter of the damage control that I do now. I think part of the reason why Chloe is the way she is with me is because I set that precedent of telling her every litt
Abby The morning sun filters through the large windows of the mansion’s kitchen, casting a warm, golden glow over the array of ingredients that’s waiting for us. I’m standing at the counter island, a chopping board and a pile of fresh vegetables in front of me. The familiar scents of garlic and
Volunteers are everywhere, some painting walls, others laying bricks, and many more engaged in various tasks like carrying beams or giving orders. It’s inspiring to see that so many people have showed up today, and I can’t help but wonder if their Alpha’s presence had something to do with it. In f
Karl As I lift another beam into place, a bead of sweat trickles down my forehead, but my attention is elsewhere. Across the field, Abby is in her element, orchestrating the kitchen with a natural ease. There’s an undeniable rhythm to her movements, and I find myself watching her probably more t
Abby The sun is just beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, as the first day of the library project comes to an end. My team and I are packing up our tent, the aroma of our day’s cooking still lingering in the air. We’re all tired, but there’s a sense
Abby The next two days of the library project go by without a hitch. Karl, my team, and I get up bright and early each morning, head to the construction site, and get to work. While Karl works on building the library with the other volunteers, my team and I spend our mornings and afternoons prepar
“Get back to work,” I tease, nudging him back with a grin. The morning progresses with a lively buzz after that. There’s an influx of new volunteers for the project, which means more food to prepare and more mouths to feed; but I don’t mind. It’s nice to be back with my team, doing what we do best