Watching Her

Ayisha watched Chloe go, hands clasped slightly in a way that betrayed the swirl of emotion trapped under her composed exterior. Ethan set his cup down, attentive and calm. “You saw her,” he said quietly. “You know who she is.”

“I do…Ares’ wife or ex wife.” Ayisha snapped, still stunned. “How is she here? How is she not in prison? Why is she hiding and working here? She has been here y his whole time?”

Ethan’s voice was the soft counterweight she needed. ...