43. Athena
I woke up with the morning sunlight streaming through the curtains, filling the room with a soft, hazy glow. My eyes took a moment to adjust, and I stretched, easing the faint stiffness that clung from the night’s rest.
For a brief second, I sat still, staring blankly at the light spilling across the bed. The room was quiet, as if it held its breath, waiting for something. And then the unease crept in, like an uninvited guest, a quiet sense of dread that made my stomach clench. And the I sprang up as I remembered.
I sighed.
Shaking it off, I got up and went to the bathroom, hoping the warm water would wash away the fear, the apprehension. The soft spray calmed my nerves, but that strange anticipation still lingered, just beneath the surface, like a whisper in the back of my
