79. Athena
Claudia’s eyes were wide, her facial features frozen in shock as if she had seen a ghost. Her gaze pierced through me, filled with confusion and something more—betrayal, maybe.
How could I be as stupid as to forget that she didn't know?
"Claudia! Claudia!" I called, my voice trembling with worry, but she didn’t respond.
She just stared, her silence cutting deeper than any words could. Was that betrayal etched in her eyes?
Oh Goddess! I hoped not.
I took a step closer, reaching out to take her hands, but she recoiled, stepping back as if my touch would burn her.
"What is really going on between you and my father?" She finally blurted out, each word sharp, each syllable weighted with accusation.
The question hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. I swallowed hard, my ey
