A knock broke through the quiet.
Athena jerked slightly, her fingers still wet from washing her face. She had been staring into the bathroom mirror for what felt like an eternity, lost in the haunting quiet of her own thoughts.
Who could be knocking at this hour?
Her mind immediately flew to her grandparents. Had Aiden called them? Told them something was wrong? She prayed he hadn't. The last thing she wanted was to see the worry etched on their aged faces, to have to explain why yet another relationship had crumbled before it could even bloom into something set on concrete.
The knock came again, soft but insistent.
She dried her hands, smoothed her face, and stepped out of the bathroom, forcing a calm breath. But the rhythm of her heart didn't match the steadiness she tried to project.
When she opened the door, dressed only in a bathrobe, the sight on the other side stole her words.
Ewan.
