Two days later,
Martina sat in her living room, the soft glow of the television casting a warm light over her as she typed away on her laptop. She was working on a new post for her blog, her fingers moving swiftly over the keys. Her mind, however, was not entirely focused on her writing. The events of the past few days kept replaying in her head, making it hard to concentrate.
Despite how hard she tried to keep herself occupied, her mind kept going back to Ares and wondering if he was okay. Two weeks and two days counting and still not a single message or call from him.
Her phone suddenly buzzed on the table beside her, and she glanced at it, expecting another spam message or a news notification. But her heart skipped a beat when she saw the sender's name: ARES.
She quickly picked up
