I stared at my mother, in all honesty, not having a single clue on what I was supposed to say to her now, or how she was expecting me to respond, but one thing was for certain, she was waiting for a response. Why else would she be quiet for so long, staring so intensely at me? There was literally no other reason than that, but I didn’t have an answer for her—not yet, in any case.
I felt like I was being torn in two, and along with it, so was my opinion and the way that I thought that I should react to the current situation that I was now facing. My heart was telling me to be thankful for the fact that my mother had actually come back and that she had gone as far as making an effort to comfort me and to reassure me that she would be making amends with Hera—but then again, my head was ther
