Beyond the Divorce

I noticed a shift in his emotions. I asked softly while looking at him, "It's different now, isn't it?"

"Yeah." His eyes swept across the layout of the entire west side, and he said coldly, "It's no longer the same as before."

I knew exactly why Atlas was angry. If the place had been tampered with, the chances of us finding any traces of the past were basically zero.

Not to mention any signs of where my mother had left things.

Putting his arm around my shoulder and patting it, Atlas reassured me, "I had expected as much."

Despite his words, his expression was depressing. I knew there was still some anger in him because he couldn't help me recall the past and felt regretful.

"But this also indicates something..." Atlas finished speaking and looked at me.

I looked up at him and continued his thought, "Even if she changed the house, she still couldn't find anything of value by accident! In other words, the things aren't in this building!" His eyes skittered over his surroundings, and I knew instantly his intention. I said nothing more.

The modifications in the internal details here were reasonable, considering it had been 20 years. It wouldn't be the same after Celine came in. After all, she felt guilty!

had to find a way to change or erase any signs of our two families living

didn't remember what it was like before, I thought the

last time

many years since I came back here. The last time I came back, it was still the same, but

Atlas

both knew that the chances of finding clues to the BZ

the real purpose of our return

wanting to divert his attention. "When

take you there,"

end of the corridor. "When our mothers were still alive, they always went out from here to the

vague, but I remembered clearly that it had a tiny pond with lotus flowers and

we stepped out of the side door, we walked along a quiet path paved with stone slabs with lush plants on both sides. The backyard was

the left was

free from Atlas's hand and walked a bit faster in the direction of the