Chapter 84 Apollo Spanos

• Apollo Spanos
• I head down to breakfast and already feel the weight in the air as I enter the dining room. The words haven’t been spoken yet, but the looks say everything before a single sound is uttered. My father’s face is sterner than usual, his jaw clenched, his fingers interlaced on the table as if he’s trying to hold on to control.
• My mother is seated beside him, as is Athena next to Joaquim, who looks far too tense. I roll to my usual spot, and the silence drags on for long seconds until my father speaks without preamble.