Lana's POV
Arden and I got back home. But my mind was on Cynthia as we entered the apartment. I didn't call her back after I said I would because I wasn't well. I was worried about her and I had just been too focused on my own things. I walked into the lounge and I placed my satchel on the ground as Arden took his black suit jacket off.
"I have to call Cynthia, I didn't call her when I was supposed to," I let out a sigh as I plopped down on the sofa. I reached for my satchel and took my phone out. I dialed her number as Arden disappeared to somewhere in the apartment, leaving me alone.
"Hey," Cynthia answered, but she wasn't herself that I had been so used to. I swear that Gerard destroys anything, even people's happiness, even from being themselves.
"I'm so sorry that I didn't call
