Lana’s POV
Regret has a strange way of sitting inside you. It doesn’t just pass—it settles. It builds a home in your chest, in your bones, in the pit of your stomach until you can’t breathe without feeling it. That’s what it’s been like for me these past years.
I thought I’d buried it all buried Ariana, buried Roman, buried the memory of Clara and that night. But nothing stays buried. Not when you close your eyes at night. Not when the silence creeps in. That’s when the voices come back, whispering. Reminding me of every mistake.
I didn’t even finish school. I was supposed to. But my dad… of course, he fixed it the way he fixes everything—with money. He bought me a degree like it was a handbag. Just a transaction. A fake accomplishment to put on the wall and parade around. Everyone thin
