Chapter 7

Atlas cut her off, his voice razor–sharp.

The storm in his eyes was suffocating, like a force ready to consume everything in its path.

The young nurse faltered, swallowing hard before stammering, “M–Mr. Whitmore, you… you didn’t know?”

Her hesitation only made his patience snap further.

She took a shaky breath before forcing the words out. “Mrs. Whitmore… she was pregnant. Six weeks.”

Silence.

Atlas’s grip on the divorce papers tightened as his entire body locked up.

“She was pregnant,” the nurse continued, her voice trembling, “but she–she fell down the stairs. We don’t know exactly what happened, but… she lost the baby.”

A shudder ran through him. Something cracked deep within his chest, something raw and brutal.

Celeste had been carrying his child. And now, that life was gone.

His fingers trembled as he looked down at the papers in his hand. For the first time in his life, Atlas felt fear—real,

gut–wrenching, paralyzing fear.

His pulse pounded in his ears.

She had wanted this child. For five years, she had wanted a child with him.

And now-

closed his eyes, pain twisting through

knew why they had never conceived before. The guilt came in waves, crashing over him, threatening to pull him

as his own words from that night echoed back at

don’t you think you owe me an apology for what

known? Had she already known when she asked him that question?

looked at him that night and seen him for what he truly

when he finally spoke. “Find

weeks.”

steady himself. “And find out how she fell down those

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moved

over the reports. “Mr. Whitmore, the

Atlas’s fingers twitched.

every patient and staff member who was on that floor at the time. We’ll have answers

attention already locked onto

grainy surveillance video from the KTV lounge.

twisted violently

private room, gripping the doorframe so tightly her knuckles

body was shaking.”

she turned around, he saw it. Her pupils had dilated, her eyes unfocused, dazed, as if her

Atlas’s breath hitched.

lounge–when

everything.

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