“So, he just agreed?” Greta said as she shoved my clothes into the suitcase. “Atlas is…” She stopped as if struggling to wrap her head around it. “Letting you go?”
“Was he ever holding on?” I retorted, despite the ache in my heart.
I wasn’t sure what I expected, maybe I wanted him to grab my wrist and stop me, or force me to stay. Maybe even lock us in the knight mansion until I changed my mind.
But, the reality was different. Something flickered in Atlas’ eyes, he stumbled as if run over by a truck before his fists tightened in the realization I could not fathom.
Then, he just turned and left. He just… he left! My grip on the suitcase tightened. Not a word, not even a second stare, Atlas just… he left me standing there — feeling like a fool for wanting to be stopped?
It felt as i
