EMBER P.O.V.
"Ready to do this?" Brett asks, his warm hand extended toward me like a lifeline. I take it, unsure if my heart is racing from anticipation or fear. The moment we step out into the hallway, the mouthwatering aroma of pizza envelops me, reminding me of simpler times before my life was twisted by shadows.
When we reach the kitchen, a wave of emotions crashes upon me. Ares ordered five giant pizzas, piles of bread sticks, a fresh salad, and even a chocolate cake. I choke on the unexpected swell of tears.
"What...what is all this?" I stammer, my heart overflowing with gratitude but also confusion. Brett’s face transforms into one of concern.
"Babe, what’s wrong?" He rushes to check me over, his brows knitted together in genuine worry.
"I… I’m fine! It’s just that I haven’t
