Thank the heavens, Athena mused, leaning back on the rocky surface, shifting slightly so she stayed away from plain sight. It was still daytime, so the probability of being caught was very high.
It was good that she hadn't worn her normal work attire—only a t-shirt and plain jeans with white canvas shoes—otherwise this matter might have been trickier, less flexible.
She opened her phone, brows furrowed as she tapped the screen. The network connection was barely there. She needed to leave the tunnel if she was ever going to contact her people.
Yet how?
She crouched to her knees, peering out of the tunnel. The twins were still arguing, their voices rising and falling, and she wondered what they were talking about.
Just then, Cairo came out of the house, hands planted firmly on her waist, glaring at the both of them.
Athena's eyes widened, startled by the sheer dislike emanating from the little girl. Was she really Mary's daughter?
