Soon after, Lauren prepared to leave us at the hospital entrance. She smiled weakly and said, “I won’t go with you, Chlo. I should go home and check on things since it’s been almost two days since I returned.”

I understood she also had a home to return to.

I followed Atlas back to the car but realized I hadn’t driven since I returned. He glanced at me with a suggestive smile and asked, “Pleca Park or Amethyst Apartments?”

“Amethyst Apartment, duh!” I felt embarrassed and couldn’t look at him.