I observed my mom’s expression and knew there was something she wasn’t telling me.

“Mom, do you ever feel like you can’t remember your past?” I frowned and pondered. “Do you remember anything from your childhood? People often talk about theirs, but I don’t know mine.”

“How can that be? We lived in Dalston Park with your dad’s colleagues and some kids. Nothing unusual,” she reassured me. However, I knew she didn’t want to delve into it.

Suddenly, Atlas called. I answered and whispered, “Why are you calling so late?”

“Can you come out? I’m at Starlight International.” He sounded seductive, which made my heart race. I glanced at my mom and spoke louder, “I’ll come over now. Wait for me.”

As expected, my mom looked at me. I spoke to Atlas for a few more minutes before ending the call and feigned seriousness. I told my mom, “I’m going out for a while. I’ll stay with them if it gets late.”

I blushed at my own words.

“It’s already late, yet you want to go out?” My mom was concerned.

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