#Chapter 239: Fault

Abby As we burst out of the restaurant, I feel the chilly night air hit my face, a stark contrast to the heated atmosphere we just left behind. “I can’t believe it,” Karl hisses under his breath as he pulls me further and further away from the restaurant. “That lying little…” Karl’s grip on my hand is like iron. I can tell he’s furious, and for good reason; but I can also tell that he’s not necessarily in the right headspace right now. I stop suddenly in the middle of the sidewalk, tugging my hand free from his grip. “Karl,” I say, my voice trembling with a mix of emotions that I can’t even begin to describe, “what are you going to do about all of this?” Karl stops as well, his shoulders slumping, and he lets out a deep sigh. He’s silent for a long time, his body shaking with anger, before he finally runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “Honestly, Abby,” he begins, “I wanted this election against my brother to be amicable, you know? But it just doesn’t seem lik