Atlas said I wasn’t worth falling in love with, and even though it stung more than I let on, she’d seen more of me in three weeks than most of the people who’d known me my entire life. I guess that was why I wasn’t surprised when it was her face that I pictured the moment I began to even mildly entertain the idea of starting a family. The image of Atlas with my ring on her finger and a baby in her belly popped into my head with crystal-fucking-clarity.
