Lana's POV
As we drove back to my apartment, it was a silent drive. I was looking out of the window just staring at the trees, people walking on the sidewalk, buildings, birds and houses. My mother was coming to New York and I wasn't ready to see her yet, especially during this time. I wanted to be alone with my thoughts and just forget. I barely spoke to Arden last night and I could see that he was struggling.
I didn't think that this would be difficult but it seemed to be. "Are you okay?" I snapped out of my thoughts. Arden placed his hand on my thigh.
"I'm fine," I replied.
"Don't lie to me," he said.
"Fine, I'm not fine. I'm not happy with my mother coming over either. I'm not ready to face her," I said with the little strength that I have.
"I'm sorry that I called her to come
