Athena exhaled harshly, after she shut the door on its hinges.
Had she confirmed Ewan's suspicions when she had deftly pushed him out of the apartment?
But what could she have done?
She knew the look that had suddenly appeared on his face after he had turned to the children and seen them smiling and eating.
The look of remembrance.
What happens now?
She glared at her shaking hands.
Snap out it! She commanded, hating her sudden weakness.
Hadn't she planned for this? So, why was the thought of battle over her children making her sweat?
Athena shook her head. She needed to submit her body to an intensive work out, to remind it of what she had gone through the first year, after her exile—without help from anyone, apart from the friend Gianna had directed her to.
When she turned to the children. They were all looking at her mysteriously.
"What?"
They shook their heads, and returned to their food.
