"What's going on? Where's Ewan?" Zane and Sandro questioned in unison the moment Athena stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind her.
Silence hung in the air, thick and palpable, as she walked into the living room with her shoulders tensed, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.
"He left. I'm not sure where he went," She finally replied, taking a seat on the sofa as worry trailed behind her words. "I think you two should check on him and keep an eye on him until Wednesday."
The gravity of her suggestion was not lost on the duo.
"What's the problem?" Sandro pressed, his brow furrowing, having noticed the container she had brought from her room earlier. "Was he having a spasm?"
"Something like that…" Athena muttered, her frown deepening.
Sandro moved closer to her, taking a seat on the same sofa. Before him, Zane shifted restlessly, agitation radiating from his posture.
