Beyond the Divorce

I faintly heard someone inside reporting to Atlas that someone had been caught.

"Good. She can reflect on her actions," Atlas said on the phone, then hung up.

I looked at him excitedly. "They caught Abby?"

"I can't hide anything from you!" Atlas exclaimed. "She's been caught in a small town near Luxem. The stolen goods are all there. She hasn't had time to deal with it. She's probably trying to escape the heat." "Who is she trying to scam? I wonder what Melanie thinks, knowing her mother's character," I scoffed. "Like mother, like daughter."

After pondering for a moment, I looked at Atlas, wanting to speak, but I hesitated. He seemed to understand my thoughts. He walked to the bookshelf and took out a folder, placing it in front of me and gesturing for me to take a look.

I felt a bit dazed as I looked at what was on the table. He said gently, "Take a look. I think this is what you want to know."

I reached out for the folder and opened it gently. Rory's personal information was inside. His ID photo was at the top of his resume, showing a handsome and sharp-eyed man.

My gaze fixed on the photo and my heart surged. This man was my father. I did seem to resemble him somewhat, in either features or expression.

touch his face, quietly

turned and took out a

quickly took it and opened it eagerly. Everything

diligent student eager to learn, hoping to fill

on the table. "I'll look at these slowly. Don't take anything away. I want to

helplessly as he

sofa, placed the album on my lap, and sat beside me. "Let me tell you who

was filled with photos of our family of three, from the day I was born until I was ten years old. Many of the pictures captured the happy atmosphere between our two families. I saw the mysterious figure, Lucille, who had always existed in my heart, and the

Tammy and the initiator of everything in

before my eyes, like characters in a book, and Atlas told the stories with great patience

kept looking through the pictures until late

I still wasn't satisfied. I couldn't get