Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 907

I didn't know who to trust anymore. Maybe I could only trust Atlas, who was holding me tight right now.

I wanted to know what happened to past me, but it seemed impossible to find any answers.

I really didn't understand why they erased my memories. They had no right to strip away my right to know, no matter who they were.

After a while, I finally calmed my overwhelming emotions and stepped out of Atlas's embrace.

I looked up at him, pretended nothing was wrong, and said, "It's nothing, I just missed you. Let's go home."

He bent down, gazed into my eyes, and said softly, "Really? If there's something wrong, you need to tell me. I'll help you fix it."

"What if I never remember the past again?" I couldn't hold back my emotions.

"Don't think about it, then," he said decisively.

"But I want to know about the time we spent together." I started to tear up.

"I'll tell you all about it. I'll recount every day I remember. I won't miss a single detail," he said solemnly.

Melancholy washed over me.

to what I remembered myself? What I remembered carried the hues of my own emotions, rather than the stories he told

want Atlas

worrying about me

as I said, "Alright. Tell me all

He nodded

on a cheerful facade and linking my arm with his as we walked

met at Archie's request. I was sure that Atlas knew who they were, but

him the gifts they had given me, and he

rock? Take

saying, "I can't

at him suspiciously

too generous, sweetheart. You're giving away a valuable gift so

was just a stone,

glass bottle containing the golden seeds that

from Robin. I'm going to get Dad to plant them in the garden when I get back. We'll see what grows from this. I'm so excited." I rotated the bottle, watching the

and said, "Maybe

child, clutching the little bottle in

embarrassed, I added, " Mr. Gordon's gift was too expensive. Archie insisted I

around my neck and showed it to

sleep. I don't know if it was just a placebo, but I

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