MALTHE POV
I checked time on my wrist watch for the umpteenth time. It was 25 minutes after 9 pm and still- Dimitra wasn’t home. I stood from the couch and kicked a small cushion that turned to be my punching bag as minutes ticked by. Where on earth was she? Even worse, her phone was off and I couldn't get hold of her.
The sound of the door opening captured my attention and in came Dimitra looking- defeated. Without realizing, I was standing in front of her assessing her.
"Dimitra thank god you are okay? Where've you been?" she slowly untangled herself from the bone crushing hug. I caught her by her arms and looked at her face. It was swollen. And her eyes bags could contain at least a hundred potatoes!
"have you been crying?" my brows furrowed with confusion. She told me she was ge
