Chapter 65 Don't Ask What's Wrong

Ares’s POV

The pillow was folded on the arm of the couch. The blanket was stacked under it. I put them there on purpose.

April came downstairs and stopped in the kitchen doorway. She looked at the couch, then at me, then at the coffee I’d already made.

“How long have you been up?”

“A while.”

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