"What is that?"
Ewan's gentle voice, barely over a whisper, flitted past Athena's ear, dragging her from her thoughts.
Athena wordlessly gave him the phone. When he accepted it, when she looked up, she noticed that they had the attention of the whole table.
Of course, they had seen her go slightly pale and shocked at the message. She mused, picking her fork to pretend normalcy, dropping it back, giving it up. She couldn't fool those at the table, not even her friends who had taken a back seat, in some way, in the crisis so far.
"It's Fiona," she said when Aiden cocked a brow, unable to contain the curiosity.
If the table's silence was at fifty percent, it shot up to a hundred. Even her children had stopped chewing, everybody's breath holding.
"Fiona…" Chelsea drawled, looking at the people at the table. "The girl that wrecked your first marriage?"
