264. Athena
"They are here! We don’t have time!" The door burst open, slamming against the wall with a force that sent dust scattering into the air. A shadow cut through the dim candlelight, revealing the figure standing at the threshold—Sheila. Or was it Monica?
"Then distract them until we are done." Carlos' voice sliced through the tense air, sharp and unwavering.
"Of course..." Sheila bowed slightly, but there was hesitation in her stance, a flicker of something unspoken in her gaze.
Her lips parted as if she wanted to add something, but she stopped herself, her fingers twitching before she turned and disappeared into the hallway.
A pit formed in my stomach. Was I overthinking this? Or was my brother, the only family I had left, the so-called good Samaritan Monica had spoken of?
