CHAPTER 17
MARSAurora had left earlier this morning to talk to her father, and then shop for dresses with Charolette while I had the honor of preparing for the pups to come over tonight. Between Ares, my family, and my therapist, Denise, I had other people helping me with my life. It felt refreshing to be able to aid these pups in their recovery process now.
“Don’t stress about it, Mars. I’m sure you already have everything set out,” Denise said over the phone, her motherly voice reminding me of Mom.
It had been months since I’d last seen her; usually, when she checked up on me, Ares had control. And Ares hated her.
I sighed through the phone. “You know me too well.”
She paused. “What’s wrong? You sound off.”
“I have a lot on my mind.” I pulled the broom out of the closet to clean up
