CHAPTER SIX
Friday came faster than either of them expected.
Lana spent the entire morning scrubbing every trace of herself from the master bedroom. She folded his shirts with trembling fingers. She stripped the sheets that still carried their mingled scent.
She carried her small pile of clothes back to the guest room like nothing had ever happened. Every movement felt slow and heavy. She felt like she had moved underwater.
He leaned against the doorframe. Arms crossed over his broad chest. Jaw clenched tight.
“You don’t have to do this,” he said quietly. His voice sounded low and rough.
“I know,” she answered without looking up. “But I’m doing it anyway.”
The doorbell rang at exactly 2:17 p.m.
Lana’s heart slammed against her ribs. She smoothed Mia’s old hoodie down over her hip
