Athena lifted her head from Antonio's shoulder, cutting his mocking laughter short.
She took her lower lip in slowly, trying to understand why she felt so guilt-pricked at the sight of Ewan looking so downcast. Was it because Mr. and Mrs. Thorne were regarding her with a plea and a taint of sorrow? Or was it something else?
She looked at her children. They appeared just as confused as she was. However, Kathleen's face was also besotted with another emotion—pity.
Athena chewed on her lower lip and realized she needed to salvage the situation because it was quite bad. Ewan was here to see the children, not to get humiliated.
"What is the name of the book?" She finally spoke, retrieving her hand from Antonio's grip and breaking the tense silence. If she felt bad about this, then it was bad.
Ewan might have done a lot of things, but at this moment, she needed to cut him some slack. Moreover, there had to be a reason for why he had gotten her books.
