We woke up close to noon the following day, and I felt Atlas’s arms wrapped around me. I doubted he would let go if Fred didn’t call me.

I told Atlas I still had work to do and had to return to Foswood in the evening. He released me and got up, offering to have lunch with me.

My relationship with Atlas made me feel conflicted. I wondered what we were to each other. It felt like the puzzle pieces just fit. He hadn’t made commitments, and there were no declarations of love.

Whenever I saw him,