Athena sat back in her chair, the light from the office windows spilling across her desk and highlighting the organized chaos of papers, open files, and her favorite mug half-filled with cold coffee.
Her thoughts drifted as she flipped through another report. It was strange how quickly the days had flown by. One blink and an entire month had gone, like smoke between her fingers.
The radio silence on the crime matter still stretched, unbroken. No new updates. No new trails. But the world had moved on—people always did. The Grey Virus, that monstrous shadow that had once crawled through every conversation, every broadcast, every heartbeat, was now fast becoming a thing of the past.
Cairo was yet to smile again, but there were small miracles. She now followed the children to school, even chatted with her grandmother, and had become more amenable with the twins.
