Chapter 12

Atlas took the tablet from his assistant, his fingers tightening around the edges as the screen flickered to life.

Even through the digital display, my presence struck him like a tidal wave.

His pulse pounded as he scrolled through the images I had taken–breathtaking landscapes, golden sunrises, endless oceans stretching far beyond the horizon.

Every shot was a masterpiece. Not just in composition, not just in color, but in something deeper.

Each frame held freedom.

Atlas stared at a particular photo–one of a cliff’s edge, the world vast and infinite beyond it.

For a long moment, he didn’t speak.

He didn’t know if he was remembering the promise he once made–to take me around the world. Or if he was

realizing just how far I had already gone without him.

His throat tightened. “Book me the next flight to A–Country,” he ordered, his voice clipped, urgent. “And keep tracking her location. I want updates every hour.”

Atlas arrived at the hotel where I was. He stood outside the door, his hand raised, fingers curled into a hesitant fist.

He couldn’t knock. His entire body was rigid, every breath he took uneven.

He sank onto the floor outside

long hours of silence, his thoughts a chaotic storm.

morning came, the sound of

had come

staying in the same position for too long.

already gone,” the housekeeper said casually, unlocking the door. “Left early

someone had dumped ice water over his

pushed himself to his feet, swaying slightly, his exhaustion finally catching up to him.

address his assistant provided led him to a public park.

sprinted through the streets, his heart hammering,

had to find me. If he was just a second too late–if I disappeared from his sight again–he didn’t

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see me again.

Then–his footsteps faltered.

off

pigeons.

too close,

how to breathe. Happier than he had seen

catching in the breeze, my

had never worn when

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