XENIA
I absentmindedly handed the taxi driver a twenty dollar note as I alighted at my house.
The parking space facing our apartment was occupied by a sports car that no doubt belonged to Hades and I wondered why he was here. The tinted windows were wined up so I couldn’t tell if he was still inside or my mom had let him into the house.
Usually, I’d be elated that I was being welcomed home by him, but all I felt was a pit of discomfort twirling around in my stomach.
“Welcome home, sunshine,” he opened the car door, hopping out with the biggest smile on his face and a bouquet of roses in his hands.
Oh, God. I didn’t deserve him. I had to let him find someone who truly did.
“Hey you,” I managed to sound excited as he walked towards me, “those are really beautiful,” I pointed at the flo
