“What are you doing here?”

I shoved the phone under the bed as Atlas — could I even call him that? — stepped out.

Shivers ran down my spine and I hit hard on my lip hard to stop a scream.

Who was this man? Who was he and how had he stayed with my children for so many years and —

“Bella?” he closed the distance between us, his eyes darkening. “How did you find my room?” He glanced around, “Are you looking for something?”

I shook my head. No, ...