Athena was relieved for the umpteenth time as she shut the car door and started toward the porch of the Thorne's mansion.
The morning air was crisp, brushing against her face like a quiet reassurance. Still, the relief running through her veins wasn't from the weather—it was from knowing she had finally gotten the cure for the grey variant.
How else would she have calmed Geraldine, who had almost wearied her with her heart-wrenching sobs and fears?
It had taken her more than five minutes to calm the distraught woman, another to assure her that her husband would be taken care of, and yet another round of soothing when she instructed Geraldine to remain in the hospital with her kids so they could be tested—to see if they had been contaminated.
Athena had even urged her to inform the neighbors through their common group chat.
