Chapter .50.

You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better. ~Anne Lamott *** I'm sitting on the back porch. Watching the clouds. I don't turn around at the sound of footsteps. I know whose footsteps. Atlas sighs and sits next to me, raising his head to take in the floating forms. "I envy the clouds." He doesn't say a word as slowly, I reach my hand out towards the white silk that hung in the blue sky. "No one can touch them." Atlas looks down, his hands falling to his knees as he whispers, "No one can touch you." I look at him then. Our eyes meet as he examines me. "No one can touch you, Lexie. I swear it. Even me. Even I cannot touch you. I promise." I look away from his eye