Athena

Lana felt like a stalker and in many ways, she supposed she was. She kept telling herself it was what she needed to do. It was her civic duty to try and warn the woman away from her husband and it had nothing to do with jealousy. It was about keeping a woman safe and possibly preventing a serious injury or death. Danny had escalated over the years, his beating becoming far worse every time. She knew it was only a matter of time before he killed her, which was why she had fled.

Athena probably had no idea what her life would be like if she stuck with Danny. The bruises she saw in that picture were evidence the violence had already begun. Lana watched the grocery store from the parking lot, trying to figure out exactly what she would say when she came face to face with the woman.

After two days, she should have had something, but she was still coming up with nothing convincing. The best thing was the truth. She’d start with the truth. If Athena demanded she leave and never co