Ethan
Ethan was drinking whiskey while sitting in the kitchen. He was about to drink his next glass when Austin appeared and took the drink from him.
“It’s not the time to drink, Ethan.” He said sternly.
“What do you want me to do, then? Athena is still missing, and I don’t have any idea where the f**k they brought my pregnant wife--” Ethan couldn't finish what he was about to say when Austin stopped him from talking.
“She called,” Austin said.
“What?”
“Athena called. She said that she’s fine and safe.”
“Where is she?” Ethan grabbed Austin’s collar and pulled him closer. “When did she call? Why didn’t you call me? What did she say?” Austin shook his head as he looked at Ethan in his drunken state.
Austin knew how hard it was for Ethan to lose her, and even when he was badly injured
