He scowls and storms out, slamming the entrance door behind him.

I wrap my arm round her. “I’m so, so sorry.”

Lana buries her face in her fingers. “That is all such a large number.”

“It’s my fault. I ought to have realised that ultimately one thing like this may occur.”

She appears up. Her eyes are so drained, and I hate that I’m answerable for this. And there’s no shying away from that reality. This wouldn’t have occurred if it wasn’t for me.

“I believe it’s best to go too,” she says.

I swallow arduous. “Are you certain?”

“I’m going to spend the night with Casey and crawl into mattress along with her for the night time. I simply need her close to me.”

“Lana, I—”

“I do know you like me. I really like you too. At present was simply actually arduous.”

“Come right here.” I fold my arms round her and bury my face in her hair. “Name me tomorrow. I simply need to know you’re okay.”

“I’ll,” she whispers.

I kiss the highest of her head then, reluctantly, I stand. She retains her gaze down, and it’s irritating. I get that she’s scared, however I need to be the one to take away that worry. Even when I’m answerable for it.

Driving away is the toughest factor I’ve ever needed to do.

I really like her.

I need us to be a household.

* * *

It’s not till seven the subsequent night that my cellphone buzzes.

Lana: Are you able to come over?

My abdomen sinks to my toes. It may be nothing, however I don’t have an excellent feeling about this.

There’s part of me that wishes to place this off, however I can’t. I’ve to persuade Lana that we will face this collectively and emerge stronger. I’ll do no matter I can to guard her and Casey.

My coronary heart aches that I wasn’t in a position to shield them from what’s already occurred.

The troublesome half is convincing her to look ahead and never again.

She drops her gaze as quickly as she opens the door. I transfer to wrap my arms round her, however she steps again to let me in as an alternative.

Shit.

“Are you okay?”

She shrugs, turning away from the door. I observe her into the lounge.

“The place’s Casey?” I ask.

“She had dinner early and crashed.” Her voice is so monotone—her temper apparent. She’s not completely happy, and he or she has each proper to really feel that approach. I’m the one who assured her we’d be nice.

Lana sits on the sofa, and I sit beside her.

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