“A-A-Atlas…Atlas, please! It was never my intention to hurt you! I just wanted—” “I understand, Professor. I used to think grief made you do things, but love…” She looked back at Rowdy, and he stared back at her, his green eyes softening as they watched each other. “Love will have you follow it into the depths of hell if that’s what it takes.” She tossed the can aside and lit a match while my mouth parted in horror. Our gazes met briefly over the flame, and then she said, “See you in hell, Professor.” Atlas tossed the match, and all I knew was pain.
