I felt it.
He felt it.
Atlas lifted his head a little and kissed my nose.
I shut my eyes.
I felt like crying again.
“Hazel,” he whispered. “Look…”
I turned my head and felt the emotion get the best of me.
Juniper Evelyn’s right foot moved.
Then her left.
Atlas and I looked each other.
We smiled.
We looked at our daughter again.
We held hands tight.
I told myself at least we had this moment to be happy together.
Chapter Forty-Three
ATLAS
I stareddown at my daughter.
I looked at my hands.
Empty.
No longer holding Hazel’s hand.
No longer sharing a tender moment with her.
More than anything else, my hands weren’t able to hold my daughter.
My sweet, little Juniper Evelyn.
Cruelty had a funny a way of looking and feeling a lot like anger.
“I love you,” I said to my daughter. “You keep kicking butt, okay? Listen to your daddy on that. You’re learning a lesson in your life that most don’t for a while. You have to fight for what you want. And, my little girl, you’ve got fighter’s blood in you.”
I exited the room and saw Charles with his big smile.
“She’s not in there,” I said.
“I was hoping to talk to you, Atlas,” he said.
“Talk to me?”
“She loves you. And you love her.”