Chapter Thirty-Four

After watching Atlas for a while, I tossed my fork on the plate, and he raised his head, gazing at me without uttering a word.

"How long am I going to get the silent treatment for this time?!" I lashed out. "A day? A week? Or maybe a month?"

It was humiliating to act mad at him when he looked so calm staring back at me, and I felt awful that I was about to start an unnecessary fight that I was planning to avoid just to get out of here.

When Atlas didn't answer, I felt a bit hurt that he was mad at me, and yet, I remained in character.

"Fine. You want to treat me like I don't exist?! It's all good!" I said, waking from the chair. "I will get out of your hair!"

"What's wrong with you?" Atlas coldly uttered, hardening his face.

His question was justifiable because even I was thinking that I was acting like someone losing their damn mind.

Yet, I looked Atlas dead in his eyes and said, "The real question here is, 'What is wrong with you?"<