Atlas remained composed as he set down my phone and said, “Let’s eat the pasta before it gets cold.”

“Atlas, are you… hiding something from me? Well, maybe I shouldn’t know too much,” I said cautiously.

He explained, “It’s not that I’m afraid you’ll know too much. My family’s just complicated. I’ll tell you about them gradually, not because I’m hiding anything from you. You’ll need to know a few things first before you can accept more details.”

Atlas’s reasonable explanation eased my mind. I