He stood by the car as I got out with Ava, and he approached us, saying, “You’re back!”

My dad had a strong impression of Atlas, mainly since the latter had visited my dad at the hospital twice. My mom said, “Hello, Mr. Atlas, please come in! I’m sorry if we kept you waiting.”

“That’s okay, Mrs. Laura. I just arrived,” he said with a smile. When he saw me carrying Ava, he asked, “Can I help?”

I was surprised as I stood rooted, not knowing what to say. However, Atlas had already approached me,