Year 2017
“Then… Do you have your own demons?” Tatum asked her before taking a long sip from his drink.
Atlas hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to share or keep her walls up. But something about Tatum’s directness made her feel strangely compelled to open up. Atlas took a moment to recollect herself, her eyes meeting Tatum’s gaze for a moment with a mixture of vulnerability and defiance. “Who doesn’t?” She replied, her tone tinged with a trace of bitterness. “Everyone has got their own demons to face, their own skeletons in the closet.” Her voice was quieter than usual. “We all have our own demons, things we are scared about and things we would rather forget or run away from.”
Tatum watched her intently, sensing the vulnerability beneath her defiant exterior. He could see th
