Lana's POV
I sat in my bed with my knees against my chest, my arms wrapped around my legs as my tears were like a stream that doesn't want to stop flowing. My heart is in pieces, everywhere that I go or look in this house, I smell my dad's scent or have memories. I miss his embrace. Daniel was my option to just call. I couldn't call Arden. I made the decision to move on from him, so why would I call him?
The purpose of moving on, is not to answer his calls or texts and not to go back to him. Daniel was my best option...or so I hope. There was a knock on my bedroom door and it opened. Daniel appeared.
He entered my room with concern written all over his face. "Hey. I'm here," he said as he closed the door behind him and he rushed over to my side. He sat down on the bed next to me. He wr
