#Chapter 95: A Helping Hand

Abby “Need a hand?” Just as I’m about to toss the greasy pan into the soapy water to soak overnight and call it a night, I hear the all-too-familiar voice call out from behind me, and everything seems to stop. It’s all I can do to stiffly turn around, my eyes widening and my heart pounding. There he is, standing in the doorway, his hands in his pockets and his hair slightly tousled. I should be excited to see him, but I’m not. The nerve of him, showing up like this, after everything. “Karl?” “Hey, Abby.” A soft smile graces his lips, but instead of charming me like it used to, it just fills me with rage. “Karl, what the hell are you doing here?” My voice comes out so low that it’s hardly more than a growl. He pauses, as though searching for the right words. Finally, when he speaks, it somehow fills me with even more rage than before. “I miss you, Abby. Let’s work this out.” “Work this out?” I think to myself. The thought of it almost make