Was this truly what Heronica meant when she spoke of immense sorrow befalling me soon?
Athena found herself brooding on a solitary bench, her gaze fixated on the swirling eddies of air around her, blissfully ignorant of the frenetic activity bustling in every direction.
She had once fancied that an attack on Whitman Hospital was impossible. But now, as the insidious rumors and sensationalized headlines infiltrated the news cycle, the bitter joke was unmistakably on her. How could she have failed to consider such an outcome?
Clenching her fists together, she replayed the nagging questions for the umpteenth time.
Why hadn't she learned from Ewan's tragic case of poisoning? Why hadn't she enlisted her children's friends to help ferret out the individual who had dared to insult her practice? Or better yet, why hadn't she launched her own thorough investigation?
