Chapter 110

[Cordelia]

Atlas' eyes are a clear, ice blue when he is frightened. And in this moment, he looks terrified.

We sit here, looking at one another, searching each other's eyes for the answers to the questions:

Can we make it work?

Is this worth saving?

Is there enough room in my heart to forgive him?

Can I believe in us enough to try and make this work?

Neither of us says anything. We just watch each other, both of us afraid to make the first move.

"Atlas, I..."

"We've arrived, Mr. Steele," the driver announces, pulling into a parking spot at Steele Industries.

"Come," he opens the door, his eyes lit with childlike inner joy. "I need to show you this."

Atlas pulls me along through the empty office building, through security, and into the elevator. When we get off on the production floor I see it is around 9 pm, about 3 hours past when most of our sewing staff would have been sent home for the day.

When we enter the floor, several seamstresses are working fervently on their industria