Arden's POV
"You have reached the voicemail-" I almost threw my phone against the wall in my study room. I let out a huge breath, trying to calm myself down. I have been trying to call Lana even more after my father told me about Mark's death. His death is all over the media. I want to know how Lana is doing and I want to be with her, hug her and tell her that I love her. But her f^cking phone just keeps on ringing.
I sat down on the chair behind the desk and I opened up my laptop. I typed in the search bar for flights to Seattle. I have to take this chance, even if it's for a day or two, because I need to know if she is okay. I dialed Cynthia's phone number as I browsed through the flights.
"Hello," Cynthia answered.
"Hi, this is Professor Moses. I hope that I didn't disturb you-"
