Have the fools found out what they were up to? Athena wondered, reading through Aiden's message for the second time on the bright Monday morning.
The sunlight spilled in through the windows of the moving car, sharp and almost too cheerful for the heaviness that had nested inside her chest.
Inside the car with her were her children, whom she would drop off at school before checking in at the hospital.
Even though Herbert had told her to take more time off, she simply couldn't; not with the restlessness that kept assaulting her every waking minute.
She was getting things done in the medical field—real, tangible progress—even to the extent of inching closer to figuring out the mystery behind the Grey disease; but she couldn't keep a tight lid on her emotions, no matter how hard she tried.
She wasn't sure what that said about her—about her control, about her balance.
