Nan’s POV
“Hello….Who is this?”
“Dena, it’s me. It’s Nan.”
There is silence. Her breathing is the only sign that she has not hung up. I wait.
But she stays silent. It is clearly up to me to start this conversation. So I do.
“Listen, I’m sure I’m the last person you want to speak to. I know our last…talk, didn’t go too good. But I want to put that behind us.”
As I expected, she does not respond. ‘Dena can out stubborn even me.’ I hold in a sigh.
“Please Dena, I need to talk to you. Can we meet up?” I ask pleadingly.
“…sure.”
I breath out of relief. “Can you meet me at the old bar on Rosewood?” Alcohol would be needed for this conversation.
“Yeah. When do you want to meet?” She asks me.
“Are you available tomorrow? Around 5?” I check.
It would give me some time to make excu
