At first meeting Charlotte, it felt as if a breeze had entered his heart, or as if a splash of color had appeared before his eyes. It was as if, in his bland and tasteless life, he had tasted a sour-sweet candy, sweet and yet secretive.
This time was undoubtedly important to him as well, but he couldn't quite describe the feeling.
She was so small, really way too small.
Atlas Hallow had no concept of a two-and-a-half-year-old child, since they had never appeared in his life. He didn't like children at all, but she was an exception.
Charlotte had told him her health wasn't good, and she certainly wasn't lying.
Tears seemed to form a thin layer of mist in Atlas's eyes, carefully observing Mia Miller's little face through the glimmering water.
