Sometimes, things in this world are destined to be so inconvenient.
Before Atlas had a chance to tell Charlotte about Luna's situation, someone else had already informed her.
Charlotte woke up in the morning; the sunlight was beautiful, reflecting off the first snow as she stood by the window. It was somewhat dazzlingly bright, and she gently closed her eyes, taking a deep breath with the enticing aroma of food wafting through the air.
The scent of Atlas in the vast space seemed to have faded quite a bit; he surely had already left.
He was still busy; his time was truly insufficient. It wasn't easy for him to spare nearly a whole day to accompany her yesterday. Perhaps he went out early?
With the heater on in the house, she wore a loose robe and lazily walked barefoot on the carpet to the living room, ready to have breakfast.
Just as she was about to eat at the counter, Charlotte received a phone call.
