As I walked closer and closer to the front door of my house, I couldn’t help the feeling of dread that started to push itself up my throat, couldn’t help but feel that something had gone very wrong while I had been away. And me being me, my mind immediately started to run away from me, immediately started coming up with scenarios of all the worst possible outcomes once I walked through the front door.
Was I going to find my mother standing over Hera’s dead body, her blood sprawled all over my walls and floors? Was my father going to stand by idly, shrugging carelessly in a way as if to say, ‘I couldn’t do anything’? Would my mother be smiling, happy that she had finally fulfilled the promise that she had made? Yes. All of this was definitely possible, down to the last droplet of blood th
