“Pops.” Atlas called out cheerfully as his car skidded to a stop at the end of the driveway, and the heavy sound of his car door slamming shot echoed around the empty air, and quickly disappeared, sucked into the woods nearby.
Myra climbed down gently, and closed her door carefully as her eyes took in the surroundings.
Atlas stopped in front of his car and held his hand out, smiling.
She smiled back at him quietly as she walked towards him and placed her hand in his.
The house towering just in front of them was a wood and granite building, tall, large and looked as fierce as a luxury sports car.
“I cannot wait for you to meet my mom.” Atlas squeezed her hand in his.
She said nothing and just continued smiling at him as her eyes picked out a maid stepping out the front door.
“Soph
