Atlas refused to see or speak to anyone. The only person he was willing to give an audience was Cara Sinclair.
It wasn't because he particularly wanted to talk to her.
But his fate hung in the balance, and she was the lawyer who could either save or damn him.
So as he sat in his room alone with her, he answered all of her questions to the best of his ability.
"Name?"
He looked up at her with a raised brow.
"This is official and on my personal record."
He bobbed his head in understanding.
"Atlas Sinclair."
"Age?"
"Twenty nine in a month."
"Marital status?"
He paused, and swallowed hard as thoughts of Aveline consumed his mind.
They tortured him, those thoughts. Tortured him because he hated her.
Yes, he indeed hated her with a burning passion.
Almost as much as he had loved her.
Despite these facts, he was still married to her.
"Married," he replied.
Cara Sinclair noted it down, and continued.
"Work?"
He relayed it to her, and she also put it down.
