Arden's POV
It had been five weeks and I hadn't responded to Lana. I am living in Miranda's apartment now because mine has been sold. I leave for Seattle tomorrow and I start my job as a professor again the day thereafter. I grabbed my phone from the kitchen counter as Miranda made her some coffee.
I felt miserable after what had happened and what I had done, but it is for the best. I listened to Lana's voicemail last night for the first time. Maybe I should've waited before I jumped to do things and the way I did them, especially for us and our future. I typed her a text.
Me: Where are you living in Seattle?
"You know, I am not proud of you at all. You always sit and feel sorry for yourself. Why not just work on yourself and sort this matter out? Lana has to talk via me because yo
