“Something’s wrong, Greta,” I said as we walked into the mall.

She spun and held my hands, “Everyone responds to stress differently.”

I shook my head. I tried to make multiple excuses for Atlas but none felt logical. The change was too drastic, it was almost as if it wasn’t Atlas.

But, that’s not possible, right?

“Look,” she hooked her arms into mine, gesturing at the sight of designer dresses and the kids racing around the mall. “We are here to relax ...