Athena
"What happened to you, little one? Why do you look so tired?" Shelly asked, lightly nudging my arm whilst she kneaded the dough for the Croissants with gentle hands and smooth motions.
My eyes flicked to her, diverting from the nearly finished task, decorating a birthday cake.
"Nothing, love. I just couldn't sleep well last night," I shrugged it off with a skimpy, crackling laughter that did partly nothing to disguise my discomfort.
Well, Shelly actually did know nothing about my past. In the first month when I'd met her, she'd asked me throughout the days to spare her a few details of where I used to live and questions similar to that. At first, I'd thought it was solely out of her curiosity but the day she'd seen accidentally seen some of my marks and asked me if I h
