Even if clearly distressed and very cautious, it seems that she somehow managed to read the situation much faster than I expected her to. Her lips press into a thin line when my mouth opens, and she gestures for me to shut up. It was dangerous to speak right now.
"Moment!" I answer as the knock on the door grows more insistent and Persephone moves to stand behind the door, so when the door opens, she'd be shielded by it and the walls.
I watch her in utter disbelief. My wife, my pregnant wife, had to hide while in the same room with me. I couldn't wrap my head around the insanity of that. I couldn't understand how it got to this. Barefoot, with ripped nails and tear stained cheeks, she managed to make herself almost invisible in the corner of the room, swallowed almost completely by the
