Athena

The morning after the council meeting felt heavier than usual. My muscles ached from the hours of standing and the mental strain of observing every detail, every word, every subtle shift in demeanor. Even though the twins were nestled safely in their cribs, their soft breathing a comforting rhythm, I couldn’t shake the feeling that every step I took, every glance I gave, could draw Gian’s scrutiny.

Beauty sat across from me at the breakfast table, stirring her tea ...