“My mother told me you had lost the pregnancy,” Damian said softly.
“Your mother also came to my hospital bed with a corporate lawyer while I was still bleeding,” I replied.
The heavy silence no longer belonged only to our small table. Several people at nearby tables were watching us closely.
Damian took a step forward to prevent me from leaving.
“You cannot just run away and leave the city again,” Damian said.
I laughed, but there was absolutely no humor in my voice.
“Do you still think I need your permission for anything?” I asked.
Atlas stood bravely in front of me, his small body trembling. The restaurant guards approached us quickly, and Damian finally stepped aside to let us pass.
As I was driving towards our apartment in the quiet Hilltop neighborhood, my cell phone vibrated on the dashboard.
“Do not leave the city, because this does not end here,” the message from Damian read.
