"Doctor Athena…maybe we should go back?" The little girl's voice trembled slightly, small fingers clutching at Athena's sleeve as she watched the doctor move from one side of the smooth whitewashed wall to the other, eyes scanning every inch for a clue, a button–anything that would grant access to the hidden room hoped to exist behind it.
Athena froze, her hands pressed against the wall as though it might whisper its secret if she waited long enough. She turned to the girl, exhaling slowly, letting the tension roll off her shoulders in a faint sigh.
"What's your name?" She asked, her voice calm but carrying that familiar undertone of command that never failed to make even adults comply.
"Cairo," the girl answered.
Athena blinked. Cairo. Like the capital of Egypt. Only someone as eccentric as those twins, as Mary, would name her child Cairo.
