Beyond the Divorce

Atlas led me to the dining table, and the dishes were promptly served as soon as we sat down.

I was actually hungry. My pregnancy symptoms were mild this time, with hardly any morning sickness. I was just incredibly sleepy. Additionally, I noticed I had a hearty appetite. Despite having a bland taste in my mouth a few days ago, I always felt hungry.

Today's dish was lobster. The white, steamed lobster meat looked appetizing, and I wanted to dig into it immediately.

Seeing my eagerness to eat, Atlas smirked. "You've got quite the appetite, huh?"

"It seems like I want to eat everything Sandy makes," I replied honestly.

Atlas chuckled even more. "Everything she made was what you used to love. Take this lobster, for example. You'd only eat it with garlic oil drizzled on top. You don't like the spicy kind." As he spoke, I realized I craved spicy flavors the most.

Back in my hometown, there were no cinnamon toasts, so every time I ate toast, I felt a strange emotion. I vividly remember asking my mom, "Why are they all topped with peanut butter?" My mom would always ask me, "What would you like?"

But I couldn't express my preferences. I just knew it wasn't peanut butter.

It wasn't until I went to university in Foswood that I encountered cinnamon toasts for the first time. I indulged without restraint, and everyone in my dorm knew I loved cinnamon toasts.

At that time, Beatrice would bring cinnamon toasts to me whenever she needed something from me.

what I

She could go on and

burst into laughter while recounting them, and Atlas and I would exchange

listening

talking,

go of all pretenses

him the best. He could be like this because of his fondness for this place. He cherished home and

him precisely the kind of family

find Atlas wasn't up bed. I was a bit puzzled. It was so late, so why hadn't he slept yet?

compared to back home, it should

walked out of the room. The corridor was dimly lit by a small

moment, not knowing which

was dazed, I heard faint

looked toward the stairs, feeling a little nervous. After a moment, I

and asking, "What's wrong? Why

him, feeling a little disoriented