Jackson was exhausted from playing with Ares all day. By six in the evening, he was already asleep, sprawled on the bed and breathing evenly. Winona kissed Jackson on the forehead. Ares did the same. They stepped out of their son’s room together.

Ares studied her. “You’ve been quiet. Is something wrong?”

Winona looked up and met his eyes. “Hera showed up,” she replied. “She came to see Jackson. I still feel scared, Ares. If I had not gotten to him in time, who knows what she ...