CHAPTER 28
LANA’S POV
I had barely stepped out of bed since I set foot in my mother’s house about five hours ago. Cuddled up with my sleeping son, I gazed solemnly at the space dancing before my eyes. All, I had wanted was just to be happy with the man I love but instead, here I was, crying myself out because of him. My phone rang and predictably much, once again it was Andrew. I should have probably switched off my phone long ago since he started blasting me with calls, but for reasons I could not even understand myself, I just couldn’t do it.
“Aren’t you going to pick that up?” I looked up at Nick leaning by the door, with his palms pushed deep in his pockets. When did he get here? Had been so deep into my mental ranting to even hear his footsteps or him opening the door?
“What
