“A-Atlas?”

Lovie’s voice was muffled, but even several feet underground, I could hear it.

My eyes slowly fluttered open as footsteps grew closer. Was Atlas here? Did he come for me?

“What are you doing here?”

“Why are you in New York, Lovie?”He growled.

“That’s a silly, question,” it almost sounded like a scoff, “My sister just died, I came for her funeral.”

“That's funny because she’s several miles away from here.”

“I wanted to say goodbye to my father first, he was buried here—“

“Oh was he?”

I tried to hit the coffin cover, maybe he would hear me if I banged harder.

“Stop looking at me like that,”...