Atlas’ fingers grazed my cheeks and his eyes glistened with tears. “I want…”

He sighed. “I want to trust you. I really do,” he licked his lips, his vision clouding for a moment before it cleared. “I want to follow my heart but she brought so much evidence…”

“What bigger evidence is there than me, Chewy?” I admitted, my voice cracking. “I don’t want to believe it,” I pushed him, “I don’t want to believe that you cannot recognise me. I’m your Julia ...