HERA helped Mama Edna to prepare some snacks for them. The rest stayed in the living room while they wait for them.

“Your mom is very eager to talk about it, huh?” Drake started, completely breaking the silence.

Achilles sighed as he leaned his back on the backrest of the sofa. “She needs to. Dylan uses her. And I’m grateful, that she’s fine. I know mom is fighting for her fears that’s why she wants to talk about it.”

“Are you sure you want Hera to hear it?” Mary then asked as he crossed her leg and arched her left brow.

Achilles met Mary’s eyes and nodded. “She needs to....