“What do you want, you psycho?” she screamed at the top of her lungs. I rubbed at my brow and sighed. “You know what I want, Atlas. Bring your ass back here.” “No.” She whimpered. “You tried to kill me.” “I did not try to kill you, you fucking crybaby. I tried to kill your car. Why would I hurt you when I love you? Just come home to me so we can talk about this.” I didn’t realize what I’d let slip until I heard her tiny gasp. “Fuck,” I mouthed.
