Chapter 65 Don't Ask What's Wrong

ARES’S POV

The pillow was folded on the couch arm, the blanket stacked underneath it. It looked deliberate because it was.

April came down and stopped in the kitchen doorway.

She looked at the couch, then at me, then at the coffee already made. Took it all in.

"How long have you been up?"

"A while....

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