For a while, there were no words said. No tears of relief, no angry glare, not so much as a frown. Demeter was simply staring at her daughter, with an expression as deep and complex as the ocean. Dahlia's heart wasn't as peaceful. It was drumming in her chest, full of anticipation, nervousness, joy, and fear mixed. She had no idea how her mother would receive her, but it couldn't possibly be with an open heart, full of forgiveness. She knew Persephone had deeply scarred her mother with her stubbornness. A wound that could have been festering and bleeding for over three millennia now...
The long silence was deafening. Dahlia couldn't tell if her friends had gone silent, or if they were too far for her to hear their chatter. If only she'd had her goddess body instead of a human one, she cou
