Atlas slips into the room just after the doctor departs. I flash him a smile, and shame crawls on my skin when he just looks at me before heading over to Alessandre. His face is stern, and he seems angry. He talks to Alessandre in Italian before darting his gaze to me and saying, “Can we talk outside?” I feel creases forming on my forehead. What's the matter? I nod reluctantly and follow him out of the room. I close the door behind me and swallow. I'm facing his back, his hands in his pants. I see him let in a deep breath before he turns around and furiously holds my gaze. Did I do something I don't know?
“Follow me.” He grits his teeth. He walks away and gets into a room. I force my feet to follow him and enter the room he had just slipped into. I roam my eyes around and realize it's a s
