Atlas didn't return to the fundraiser hall. From the room Aveline left him, he walked out of the building and went straight for his car.
"The keys Zack," he said impatiently, practically snatching it from his hand, when a confused Zack brought it out of his pockets.
When he drove off, it was with the speed of a mad man.
The adrenaline rush he got from driving far above speed limit was the only thing that could keep him from wallowing in loss.
That wasn't his Aveline.
The Aveline he knew would never ask him to turn his back on his own son.
Vanna was a completely different thing. But even at that, she was the boy's mother.
He couldn't just cut her off either.
Bottom line, his Aveline–his sweet, angelic Aveline would never ask him to do that.
Instead, she would cup his face into her palms, and tell him that she saw his heart, and knew he had no real intent to hurt her.
She would kiss his lips, and tell him they would be fine.
