I missed her so much.
And now with me pregnant…
She would have been over the moon about it.
No shame, judgement, or ounce of disappointment.
I suddenly felt very alone.
Alone enough that I thought about calling Hannah.
If I interrupted Hannah and her surfer guy again…
I smiled.
Then I climbed into bed.
Alone.
I touched my stomach.
“Well, I guess I’m not alone at all…”
I would never be alone.
I was a mother now.
The thought of that was stressful enough.
The last thing I needed was a guy like Atlas making things worse.
My wholealonenesssettled in easily since it was the same routine as always.
Except I was just pregnant.
I felt little changes here and there, mostly hormonal.
A week after I hit Atlas with that uppercut, my phone rang just before midnight.
I reached for the nightstand and saw it was a number I didn’t know.
My instinct was to ignore it.
My gut said to answer it.
I told myself if it was some telemarketer wanting to sell me a warranty for my car, I was going to scream at them as loud as I could.
So I answered the call.
It wasn’t a telemarketer.
It was Atlas.
Calling me from jail.
Chapter Thirteen
ATLAS