“Atlas…” I began, my eyes tracing the broken decorations, smashed flowers, and empty bottles of whiskey.

My eyes didn’t dare meet his. I couldn’t. I did this… this was all my fault.

“You missed your toast,” Atlas said and I blinked away tears.

“I know I’m late. I am so sorry—“

“It was our engagement, Julia,” he perked up, reddened eyes staring back at me. “You should have seen me… standing there. Promising everyone to wait, because ya know…” He stood ...