Chapter 119 Burgers And Buried Rage

ETHAN'S POV

My mother had the cooler April warned me about sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor, already half-packed with ice, four days before anyone needed it.

"It's not even Saturday," I said.

"I like to be prepared." She didn't look up from the cutting board. "Your father's grilling. Ares...

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