FIA
It was only then it sort of dawned to me that I was irrevocably connected to Athena and there was a clear cut reason that Isobel's mother had said I looked so much like Athena.
Muna was my mother and Athena was her mother.
Athena was my grandmother.
My heart skipped multiple beats.
The woman looked up.
I did not know if she could see us. My mother had not said. But her eyes moved across the doorway in a slow, searching sweep, like someone who had learned to pay attention to the edges of rooms, the places where things could come from. Her gaze passed through me and came back and lingered for a moment.
It did not look like recognition. This was something lighter than that. The way you felt the sun on your skin on the first warm day after a long winter, nothing you can name yet, just warmth where there was cold.
"Does she know we're here?" I asked.
