Annalise>>>
I woke up feeling somewhat refreshed, the exhaustion from last night finally beginning to fade—the arrival, avoiding Atlas, the new bride drama.
Had I been dreaming? The question burned in my mind as I prepared for the day. I could have sworn I woke up to Atlas sitting beside me, murmuring words I couldn't quite catch. But had it been real, or just a wishful dream?
Either way, I told myself it didn't matter. And yet, deep down, I wanted it to be real. If Atlas had come to me, then maybe… maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I went to him. Right?
I missed him. More than I had expected.
Not talking to him, avoiding him—it didn't feel right. The anxiety that latched onto me had followed me all the way to Avador, and Atlas had always been the one to ground me. But maybe that was the problem. Maybe I had been relying on him too much.