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The Apartment
Lana's POV As we drove back to my apartment, it was a silent drive. I was looking out of the window just staring at the trees, people walking on the sidewalk, buildings, birds and houses. My mother was coming to New York and I wasn't ready to see her yet, especially during this time. I wanted to be alone with my thoughts and just forget. I barely spoke to Arden last night and I could see that he was struggling. I didn't think that this would be difficult but it seemed to be. "Are you okay?" I snapped out of my thoughts. Arden placed his hand on my thigh. "I'm fine," I replied. "Don't lie to me," he said. "Fine, I'm not fine. I'm not happy with my mother coming over either. I'm not ready to face her," I said with the little strength that I have. "I'm sorry that I called her to come
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