CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
ANDREW’S POV
She was gone. Lana was f*****g gone.
Staring at the empty house, I staggered back as the truth finally hit me. She had left me and the worst part was that I had a feeling that this time she won’t be so willing to come back. I ran my fingers over her face on the glass framed photo beside the flower jar in the living room. I could have stopped her but that asshole just had to call me.
All night, I had begged and crossed my fingers for her not to leave me but her mind had been made up. With Frank patched clinging to her index finger as they headed towards her car, I rushed after them.
“Please Lana, you’ve got to give me one more chance,” I tried.
“You already blew it and I’m not turning back,” She replied just as stubbornly.
“Lana I’m wi
