In all of Lola's life, she hadn't met anyone who could see through her as much as Atlas. Perhaps Amala could sense when something was wrong, but Lola had become an expert at putting on a good front lately. People took her at her word when she said she was fine, and she preferred it that way. No one bothered her. Yet, for some reason, no matter how well she hid, he just knew.
And… I'm starting to get worried that he might…
Lola quietly snuck a look at him. Atlas was watching the movie with her as promised, although this time, she wasn't focused at all.
I'm worried that he might read more than he should.
Yet, despite that lingering worry, she felt… comforted. Someone could see through not just her lies, but her pain, and the things she wanted—perhaps, even needed.
