Athena thought the rest of the festivity did pass like a blur. But luckily, there was no hitch, or problems, or unnecessary tension. That much was acceptable.
At the moment, she was sitting on a dining chair, faced toward the sitting room, watching her family laugh over something with Antonio—trying to graft him into the fold, his proud friends too. And once again, Ewan was nowhere to be found.
However, she wasn't surprised. There was only so much an ex-husband could take.
She took a sip of the wine in her cup, wincing a little, wishing for the obscure wine she had taken at that obscure Italian restaurant—something strong enough to knock her over. It seemed to her that the night was too long.
As she sat, poring over mundane things that were not really mundane, letting her mind roam freely on the journey that had started since she returned—and on the journey before that—her phone rang, almost shattering the comfortable chaos in the living room.
