A Sincere Apology

The relentless hiss of splattering grease and the suffocating heat radiating from the industrial grill made the kitchen feel like the innermost circle of hell. Camilla stood before the cast-iron grates, a pair of heavy metal tongs gripped tight in her sweating hand, flipping cuts of marinated chicken. A stray drop of hot oil leaped from the sizzling metal, biting into the bare skin of her forearm.