Sixty-Five

Athena

It’s been five years. Five years of trying to move on. Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration, because in some ways, I had moved on.

Men tried their best to catch my attention, and it seemed like I was at a point in my life where they came in droves. Maybe it was my new edge—more tattoos, the biker shorts—but I still maintained a touch of the old me, especially with my hair. The tattoos were minimalist, just enough to remind me of the journey I’ve been on.

I was doing better than I ever thought I would. My powers had grown, and I had learned to harness them. Everyone wanted me to step fully into my role as a powerful hybrid, but I wasn’t cut out for that kind of attention. I used my powers when needed, especially on bastards who thought they could get away with evil. I was their karma. I didn’t hesitate to end them when the situation called for it.

While sitting at my laptop, a notification popped up. It was a message from Caleb, reminding me not to miss my flight. He warned me t