“It’s late,” I blurted but Atlas narrowed his eyes. I moved to grab my things but he caught my wrist.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

I turned, my heart racing. “Atlas…”

“How did you know about my phobia? Only two people in this entire world knew, I and…” he trailed off.

I removed his hand from my wrist. “So, can you accept the truth?” I asked and he averted his gaze.

I shook my head, walking to the office. The sounds of his footsteps trailed after me.

“You are not Julia,” He said, running his hands through my hair.

“Then how did I know?”

“I don’t know? You have contacts,...