Dimitra sat on the little balcony overlooking the ocean and exhaled slowly. The ride from the airport to the little rental apartment she had taken had been uneventful. By the time she had gotten into the rooms, inspected everything and unpacked her suitcases for her long stay she had felt worn out and the emotions she had been able to push away were resurfacing slowly. She wanted desperately to call the girls, but they had agreed to keep her calls back to them on a weekly basis only and other than a quick text to say she had arrived safely, she forced herself to not contact them again. She wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to hold off from calling them. Her mother had called but since she’d had dinner with Nerida and Giorgio, she had been ducking the woman’s calls. The more she had con