Beyond the Divorce
The white, steamed lobster meat looked appetizing, and I wanted to dig into it immediately.
Seeing my eagerness to eat, Atlas smirked. "You've got quite the appetite, huh?"
"It seems like I want to eat everything Sandy makes,” I replied honestly.
Atlas chuckled even more. "Everything she made was what you used to love. Take this lobster, for example. You’d only eat it with garlic oil drizzled on top. You don't like the spicy kind."
As he spoke, I realized I craved spicy flavors the most.
Back in my hometown, there were no cinnamon toasts, so every time I ate toast, I felt a strange emotion. I vividly remember asking my mom, "Why are they all topped with peanut butter?”