Angus left that morning for another meeting. I didn't want him to see me like this.

I sat there on the bathroom floor, my back against the wall, tears staining my splotchy face. I wiped them away with my hands, my nostrils burning. 

What the fuck's the matter with me? Why do I keep going crazy? Why do I keep breaking down?

Cooper sat next to me, sniffing me. I pet him with my wet hand. Atlas lay at my feet, looking up at me every now and then. Wondering if I were okay.

And I couldn't answer him. 

I wasn't even sure myself. 

Cooper whined a bit and climbed into my lap. Atlas licked my leg. I buried my face in Cooper's fur and cried harder. I had to get everything out now before Angus came back.

He couldn't know about this. He couldn't worry about me.