3 weeks later
*Sam*
Not for the first time, I find myself sitting at the bar of a dingy watering hole in the wrong part of town, nursing a glass of cheap tequila. I keep my head low, ignoring the other patrons in this hellhole. At least here, no one recognizes me… or maybe they just don’t give a damn who I am.
Lately, I’ve felt strangely out of sorts, more so than usual. It’s not a good feeling; it’s as if I’ve been detached from my body, desperately trying to hold on amid the storm, fighting not to blow away into nothingness.
I can feel my thin walls crumbling. Maybe it’s all the changes: returning to work, where everyone is so kind and caring, treating me like I’m a delicate flower ready to break under the slightest pressure. Then there’s Athena entering our lives… a change that’s
