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.

turned out that was what I used to love as

could go on and

while recounting them, and Atlas and I would

interrupted her. Atlas knew I enjoyed listening to Sandy's stories,

talking,

was hard to imagine that the usually aloof Atlas had let go of

like this because of

the kind of

find Atlas wasn't up bed. I was a bit puzzled. It

it was two hours ahead here compared to back home, it should still be late at night

of the room. The corridor was dimly lit by a small nightlight, and it

a moment, not knowing which

dazed, I heard faint

feeling a little nervous. After a moment, I saw Atlas hurrying up the

seemed surprised when he saw me, quickly walking over and

a little disoriented but now