The moment that the words had left my mouth, I saw her start to frown, her eyebrows knitting together in what seemed to be confusion. I wasn’t sure whether or not I was meant to prompt her by saying something else, or whether it would be best for me to stay quiet. I decided to go with the latter, because Hera needed time to process things. If there was anything that I had learnt about her, it was that.
“There’s a lot to remember.”
Her voice was quiet, almost giving me the impression that she was ashamed of what she had said. I couldn’t understand why, but the possibility that I was reading too deeply into it was more than merely a possibility.
“What was it that you couldn’t remember?”
Colour flooded her checks, her eyes dropping down to the space between us.
“I remembered everyth
