"Hah..."
Lola dipped into the bathtub after washing the paint off her face. Cocking her head back, her closed eyes slowly cracked open.
"See you later...?" she whispered, her brows knitting. "What does that even mean?"
What it meant was already obvious, but the question in her mind was whether Atlas would come here as well.
"He won’t, right?" She whispered, gaslighting herself while being aware of it. "I mean, why would he stay in a stranger’s place—did he sleep here last night?"
Lola gasped as she covered her mouth, trying to get even a glimpse of any memory from last night. However, all she could remember was drinking and crying with Silo, then crying just a little bit more when she was home.
That was it.
"Ugh..." She closed her eyes again and dipped herself lower in the tub. She partially opened her eyes when her lips were submerged in the water.
Just what is going on in my life?
Another deep exhale escaped her, just trying to get through the fact that she had to live with the memories of reuniting with her childhood crush in the most unexpected ways. But then, a thought crossed her mind.
The twins...
Her eyes squinted as a brief smile took over her face.
Does this mean they won’t have to leave for now? She giggled. I guess it’s not so bad at all.
Her smile then faded a bit as her brows knitted. "But... how did he get children?"
As far as she knew, Atlas preferred men. She knew about it late, but somehow, it consoled her heart a little. It made her think the reason he rejected her the way he did was because he preferred the same sex.
"But I also didn’t hear that he’s gotten married or anything like that," she whispered, tilting her head to the side. "Should I be worried?"
****
Meanwhile...
The twins behaved in the backseat with their father, peeking up at him from time to time.
"Say it." After minutes of ignoring their constant peeks, Atlas finally gazed down to his left.
There, the twins sat comfortably, with Second on the window side while Chacha was in the middle.
"Father Sir..." Chacha hummed, scooting a bit closer to her father. "Do you think Mommy wants to tag along with us?"
"Father Sir, we think we should’ve waited for her to finish."
Their father deadpanned. "Wait for her?" he repeated. "And pressure her to hurry?"
"Oh..."
"She had quite a few drinks last night, so it’s best to leave her alone now," he continued in the same tone. "As for the two of you, give me the names of those who bullied you. You have an entire day."
"But Father Sir, we only know their faces!"
"Then draw their faces..." he trailed off as he felt his phone vibrate. Checking who it was, his expression turned colder until Chacha peeked up to his side.
"It’s Uncle Slater!" she announced, making Second beam.
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