Athena sighed in relief as the video call with Dr. Damian ended.
Relief—because therapy wasn't easy. The one-hour session alone had opened up a caveat in her mind she never thought she would approach again.
Susan had given her a heads-up about his methods, and yet she had been powerless against them, despite being a doctor herself and knowing a thing or two about psychology.
At least he had permitted the session to take place virtually, understanding her position at the moment…
She sighed again, dragging her fingers through her hair, and went through her to-do list on the tablet beside her. Another sigh escaped her lips when she noted she had to cancel dinner with Ewan—maybe shift it till tomorrow—since Antonio had insisted on taking her out tonight.
That text had come in just after she had hurriedly ended the call with him then.
Athena reclined in her seat and let it twirl her slowly, the gentle spin matching the rhythm of her thoughts.
