Mary’s keeps on eyeing Hera, the moment she gets back to the kitchen. She leaned her back at the edge of the lavatory as Hera washed the fish that she will fry after.

Mary hurled a deep sigh before uttering a word as she can’t withstand the silence between them.

“What did Achilles do to you?” Mary asked.

Hera took a glance at her before she put back her attention to what she was doing. “Nothing much, it’s just about the utility bill, he informed me that the internet company called him and they need my identification card—”

Mary’s sarcastic laugh, cut the hum into Hera’s words. She crossed her...