Contents (41)
- Chapter One Atlas
- Chapter Two Lily
- Chapter Three Atlas
- Chapter Four Lily
- Chapter Five Atlas
- Chapter Six Lily
- Chapter Seven Atlas
- Chapter Eight Lily
- Chapter Nine Atlas
- Chapter Ten Lily
- Chapter Eleven Atlas
- Chapter Twelve Lily
- Chapter Thirteen Atlas
- Chapter Fourteen Lily
- Chapter Fifteen Atlas
- Chapter Sixteen Lily
- Chapter Seventeen Atlas
- Chapter Eighteen Lily
- Chapter Nineteen Atlas
- Chapter Twenty Lily
- Chapter Twenty-One Atlas
- Chapter Twenty-Two Lily
- Chapter Twenty-Three Atlas
- Chapter Twenty-Four Lily
- Chapter Twenty-Five Atlas
- Chapter Twenty-Six Lily
- Chapter Twenty-Seven Atlas
- Chapter Twenty-Eight Lily
- Chapter Twenty-Nine Atlas
- Chapter Thirty Lily
- Chapter Thirty-One Atlas
- Chapter Thirty-Two Lily
- Chapter Thirty-Three Atlas
- Chapter Thirty-Four Lily
- Chapter Thirty-Five Atlas
- Chapter Thirty-Six Lily
- Chapter Thirty-Seven Atlas
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Also by Colleen Hoover
- Table of Contents
I keep my voice calm. “I don’t think I’m ready for that.”
Ryle drops his fork on his plate with a thud. “Maybe we need to modify the custody arrangement.”
Those words infuriate me, but I somehow prevent my rage from boiling over. I stand and pick up my plate. “Really, Ryle? I ask for the key to my apartment back and you threaten me with court?”
We agreed to this arrangement, but he’s acting like that was for my benefit rather than his. He knows I could have taken him to court for sole custody after everything he put me through. Hell, I never even had him arrested. He should be grateful I’ve been as generous as I have.
When I get to the kitchen, I set down my plate and grip the edges of the counter, allowing my head to drop between my shoulders. Calm down, Lily. He’s just reacting.
I hear Ryle sigh regretfully, and then he follows me into the kitchen. He leans against the counter while I rinse my plate. “Can you at least give me a timeline?” His voice is lower when he speaks. “When will I get overnights with her?”
I press my hip against the counter and face him. “When she can talk.”
“Why then?”
I hate that he even needs me to say this out loud. “So she can tell me if something happens, Ryle.”
When the full meaning of what I’ve just said sinks in, he chews on his bottom lip with a small nod. I can see the frustration in the veins that rise in his neck. He pulls his keys out of his pocket and removes my apartment key. He tosses it on the counter and walks away.
When he grabs his jacket and disappears out the front door, I feel that familiar twinge of guilt creeping into my chest. The guilt is always followed by doubts like, Am I being too hard on him? and What if he really has changed?
I know the answers to these questions, but sometimes it feels good to read the reminders. I go to my room and pull the list out of my jewelry box.
- 1) He slapped you because you laughed.
- 2) He pushed you down a flight of stairs.
- 3) He bit you.
- 4) He tried to force himself on you.
- 5) You had to get stitches because of him.
- 6) Your husband physically hurt you more than once. It would have happened again and again.
- 7) You did this for your daughter.
I run my finger over the tattoo on my shoulder, feeling the small scars he left there with his teeth. If Ryle did these things to me at the highest points of our relationship, what would he be capable of at the lowest?
I fold the list and put it back in my jewelry box for the next time I might need a reminder.
Chapter Five Atlas
“It was definitely targeted,” Brad says, staring at the graffiti.