LYANNA'S POV
What have I done? How do I always end up in these kinds of messes? If I were in a better frame of mind, I would have made up an excuse to get out of this discussion with Xander. I could have come up with something to tell him so he would leave me alone for at least a few more hours to prepare myself mentally and psychologically. Unfortunately, I wasn't, and now I'm paying for it.
I've been sitting across from Xander in the living room for like half an hour already, and yet he hasn't said anything, not even a single word. He looks really nervous right now as he continues to shift and fidget in his seat, even going as far as avoiding eye contact with me. You ever had that one time as a kid when you do something really bad and you have no choice but to face your parents and exp
