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It Starts with Us by Colleen Hoover

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and head to the supply closet to inform Atlas he’s in the clear. I exhale before

opening the door.

Atlas is waiting patiently, his arms crossed as he leans against a shelf, as if

being hidden in a closet doesn’t bother him in the least.

“I’m so sorry.” I don’t know how many apologies it will take to make up

for what I just asked Atlas to do, but I’m prepared to say it a thousand more

times.

“Is he gone?”

I nod, but rather than exit the closet, Atlas grabs my hand, pulls me in and

closes the door.

Now we’re both in the closet.

The dark closet. But not so dark that I can’t see the flicker in his eyes that

indicates he’s holding back a smile. Maybe he doesn’t absolutely hate me for

this.

He releases my hand, but it’s so cramped in here for the two of us, parts of

him are grazing parts of me. My stomach knots, so I press my back into the

shelf behind me in an attempt not to press into him, but it feels like he’s

draped over me like a warm blanket. He’s so close, I can smell his shampoo.

I very calmly try to breathe through my nerves.

“Well? Can I?” he asks, his voice a whisper.

I have no idea what he’s asking me, but I want to answer with a confident

yes. Rather than blurt out my consent to a question I don’t even know, I

silently count to three. Then I say, “Can you what?”

“Call you tonight.”

Oh. He jumped right back into the conversation we were having out front,

as if Ryle never even interrupted us.

I pull in my bottom lip and bite down on it. I want to say okay because I

want Atlas to call me, but I also want Atlas to know that me hiding him from

Ryle inside of this closet is probably on par with how the rest of our

interactions will go since Ryle is always going to be in the picture,

considering we share a child.

“Atlas…” I say his name like something awful is about to follow it up, but

he interrupts me.

“Lily.” He says my name with a smile, like nothing I could possibly add to

his name would be awful.

“My life is complicated.” I don’t intend for it to come out like a warning,

but it does.

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