“No, Mom. I can’t do that, not right now.”
I stood at the exit, watching as Atlas paced to and fro, speaking to Margaret. Maybe my heart could not hurt, because I didn’t feel a thing.
“I don’t care! You need to stop doing this! We are literally in a hospital and the kid—”
Atlas froze as our eyes locked. I closed the distance between us and collected the phone.
“Julia—”
“Margaret?”
“J-Julia?” Her voice cracked and my grip on the phone tightened.
Our last encounter was quite dramatic. She slammed a bat against my head to kill me. Atlas’ entire family was always hunting me down, forcing me on the fence, and he?
He broke the fence each time and not for me.
“Send me the address,” I said and Atlas’ eyes widened. “I’ll come and donate blood. You have nothing to worry about, your pre
