Chapter 167

[Cordelia]

Atlas left me alone like I asked and I was grateful, for once, that he listened to my words.

I am also sad. It feels like he gave up too quickly. I know I pushed him away, but why didn't he push back?

I miss him. Especially now, waking up alone in my bed when I have grown used to the smell of his skin and the way his hair curls in his sleep.

Why did I let myself fall in love with Atlas Steele? Will loving him ever feel easy?

While I was resting, my mother left three messages on my phone, but none of them were about me or my well-being. It's almost as if she has forgotten I am her daughter too.

All she talked about was Sydney. Phrases like "Aren't we lucky?" and "You should be nicer to her," were sprinkled here and there as she went on for several minutes about "Sydney this" and "Sydney that."

It was bad enough when I had to hear all about "Angelica this" and "Angelica that", now I have to listen about her double as well.

Offering her kidney has somehow granted her saintho