Chapter 122
- Atlas – First Person POV
- The ticking of the grandfather clock filled the silence like a slow drip of poison. I sat on the edge of the leather couch in the sitting room, hands clasped together so tightly my knuckles whitened. My father’s summons had been sudden, and sudden with him never meant casual.
- I tried to steady my breathing, tried to sit as if I belonged here, but my nerves betrayed me.