Four days had passed since that dinner, and still Athena found her mind circling it—picking at details, teasing out thoughts, feelings, wishes, questions she shouldn't even be entertaining.
She sighed softly, eyes fixed on the document spread open across her desk, though not a single word made sense. Her gaze skimmed the lines, but comprehension had long abandoned her. That had been her pattern these days—forcing her mind to focus, dragging herself back to the present until the effort itself gave her a headache.
Nothing substantial had happened since that night. More meetings, more discussions—plans on how to trap the gang, how to start moving against Cedric's family, who still believed they had gotten away with murdering her real mother.
It should have consumed her completely. Yet her mind wandered elsewhere—to that suspended moment in time, the one that refused to fade.
