“We can’t take it back, Atlas. No matter how much we might want to. It’s done. We can only move forward and hope for the best.” She was quiet for so long that I didn’t think she’d respond—until she did. “I don’t,” she whispered, making me turn to face her and question if I might have misheard her. “I don’t want to take it back.” She looked up at me, and I could see what it cost her to admit the truth. “Not a moment of it.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. “Good. Neither do I.”
