"Stay out of my head, Atlas Bennet!"
Lola panted, feeling a phantom hand around her neck. Her hand rested on the open door, her eyes falling on the empty bed.
"Huh?" She furrowed her brows, her anger subsiding. "He's not here."
Looking around, the corners of her mouth curved down in dismay. For all the time Atlas had been living in her home, she hadn't really confronted him. She had just let him do whatever he wanted, simply because she didn't want to deal with him. It was a cowardly approach, but a situation she hadn't anticipated. She was carefully assessing the situation first, after all, there were children involved—children she adored.
Now that she had finally lost it, he was nowhere to be found.
"Damn it," she clicked her tongue. "If this is what fate wants, then so be it."
