Six months. That is how long I remain in the Land of the Living. Six months before the draw of the Underworld grows too strong for me to ignore. For six months, I live with my mother, feeling the heat of Helios’s sun upon my face, and breathing in the scent of fresh herbs and spring blooms. After which, I return to the Underworld. To my husband, who is as loyal and tender as I could ever hope for. My mother has not yet mastered her grief. The winter still comes whenever I depart, though it fades again when I return to her side. As it will be for all of time.
