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“Yeah. Fuck that guy. But Ellen means well. She’s worried about you.”

“I’m surprised Oscar doesn’t have shirts made with my picture on it. Supporting me. Anything to make money off the fans, right?”

“Don’t even say it,” Tucker said. “You know he’d do it.”

“If he ever tried that, I’d snap his neck.”

“Well, no neck snapping today, Atlas. Focus on your family.”

I hugged Tucker again.

His back cracked some more.

He walked away with a slight limp.

I turned and checked on my little Juniper Evelyn again.

I just kept picturing her moving around. Learning to roll to her belly. Learning to crawl. Learning to walk. Learning to ice skate.

I growled in my throat.

It was getting harder to fight back the tears.

Rome grabbed my face.

He blinked fast, his eyes glossy.

He kissed my forehead.

Then he turned and looked down at my daughter.

“Don’t worry, little girl, Uncle Rome is here,” he said.

I looked at Henry.

Henry nodded and smiled.

Joe folded his tree trunk sized arms and stared at my daughter.

Jago next to him.

Sebastian touched my back. “I don’t want to say the wrong thing here but do you need anything, Atlas? Can we do anything?”

“No,” I said.

“You should take a shower at some point,” Jago said. He waved his right hand in front of his nose.

“I’ll just layer on more deodorant,” I said. “I can’t leave her.”

The truth was the only time I left the room was when Hazel wanted to see her.

I hated that too.

Hazel and I giving each other some space.

“Why didn’t you tell us about Boston?” Rome asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I didn’t want to believe it. I still don’t want to believe it. I didn’t come here for all of this.”

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