“Do you like it?” Atlas grinned, gesturing at the decorations.

After we returned from the mall, he apologized to the kids and even played soccer with them. Now, we were at the terrace and I managed a smile as my eyes traced the decorations.

At this point, I was sure it was all in my head. Atlas could never be Ryle and Ryle could never be Atlas. Greta had a point too, people dealt with stress differently and for the past few months, we had been all over the place.

I leaned ...