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athena had been inspired. she had been seeing her little girl in the hallway for the past month now. she knew she shouldn’t interact with her, especially without having even seen her ex-husband yet. she probably shouldn’t even be here if eitan lived here. she knew all of it was wrong, but she couldn’t leave. she couldn’t risk never being able to see her baby girl. she had gone to france and learned the hard way, being away from her child hurt more than when she was with her before. she might not have ever gone to see a therapist, but she had figured out most of her issues came from postpartum depression. some might even just say she was depressed, but athena didn’t believe them, for what reason would she be like that.
however, it was this elation of knowing she was close to her child that sprung her back into her novel. a tale about a little girl, on a quest to save her mother, and the world, from an ever growing darkness. it was also seeing her child that had brought her to buying candy for her apartment. athena might not be one for sweets, but whenever she saw emilie she would give her a treat. sometimes it was regular candy, but sometimes it was a whole candy bar. she had some reserves about just giving her own child sweets, does that make her an awful parent, but there was something so revealing to see her child not hate her instantly. of course she knew emilie didn’t recognize her, which had meant eitan hadn’t left any notion she existed to her. that fact had made her sad, but it did not overpower the joy she felt at the prospects of being with her child again.
it was this fact she thought about as she wrote. suddenly she heard a knock on her door. she was curious, but figured it was just a neighbor welcoming her a little late. she opened the door, but her eyes were checking the time on the clock, so she hadn’t seen who it was at first, but once it became clear to her, her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. “eitan, i-”