77. Athena
After meeting up with Lorenzo this morning, I couldn’t contain the joy that enveloped my entire being.
All day at work, a subtle smile played on my lips, and my heart felt lighter than it had in weeks. I hadn’t realised how deeply I had missed him until I saw him again, his presence like a balm on wounds I hadn’t acknowledged.
His embrace grounded me again and reassured me that he still cared. The fact that he brought my coronation forward showed that he wanted to be with me.
I had been pretending—acting, like I wasn’t affected by his disappearance but the truth was that his absence had gnawed at me to a near death.
My anger, the way I had confronted him, demanding an explanation for his vanishing into thin air, had all been genuine. I might have put on a brave face, pret
