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 feels heavy, almost suffocating. I can’t stop thinking about what Chloe said earlier about not making a choice I’ll live to regret, and the thought of it has kept me awake. Everyone else has long since gone to bed in their respective rooms, but I slipped out of bed and snuck down to the kitchen for a glass of wine to calm my nerves.
I’m lost in my thoughts when I suddenly hear the sound of footsteps approaching. A moment later, Karl steps into the room. He’s in his pajamas, a loose pair of pants and
