“It was girl,” Atlas murmured, his grip on the steering tightening as he sped down the road.
I didn’t speak.
“I mean the baby,” His eyes met mine through the driver’s mirror. “Raina, baby.”
I averted my gaze, holding my breath as I drowned in the silence.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Home.”
Our eyes locked. “You don’t even know where my home is, Atlas.” I retorted and watched as his grip on the steering tightened, there was a flicker in his blue eyes before he sighed.
The silence reigned for a while, maybe a few minutes and hours, I watched as the streets blurred together, with no destination in mind even though he was driving.
I parted my lips to ask for a location but the car pulled to a halt.
Atlas’ forehead creased, his knuckles had turned white, small puffs of air escape
