“Something’s wrong, Greta,” I said as we walked into the mall.
She spun and held my hands, “Everyone responds to stress differently.”
I shook my head. I tried to make multiple excuses for Atlas but none felt logical. The change was too drastic, it was almost as if it wasn’t Atlas.
But, that’s not possible, right?
“Look,” she hooked her arms into mine, gesturing at the sight of designer dresses and the kids racing around the mall. “We are here to relax and have fun. Besides, if Atlas didn’t care, he wouldn’t use his connections to push back the trail so we could…”
About that. Atlas managed to push back the trail because he had a surprise. I hoped he was going to explain everything.
“Look at this one, mommy!”
I turned to see a long red dress covering Leo. “You’ll look so pretty!”
I reached for it and Greta nudged me. “Give it a try.”
“Fine,” I crouched. “But only because my sweet boy chose it.”
I was about to enter the dressing room when a worker approached us.
“Sorry, that dress
