LANA'S POV
As I sat down in his office, patiently waiting for him, I replayed the events of the previous day in my head. After William had left, I had broken down in a fit of tears. I wondered why I had so much cause to cry so frequently. Was I cursed? I cried so long that I didn't even know when I slept off. I woke up to a light tap on my arm, and looked up to see it was my parents. They looked beyond shocked, seeing me lying on the floor, looking so broken.
"Alana! What happened? Why are you this way?" Mom asked in worry, as she crouched down to my level with great assistance from my dad, who looked equally worried. "We are supposed to go for your daughter today. You can't be like this." She whispered, patting down my hair affectionately.
"He..he wa...was..." I stuttered. "He was he
