Andria's POV
"She is here," Zade said over the phone, his voice slightly wavering.
"Who is that?" I was asked to pack my bags to leave the apartment.
"Lena is here," he replied calmly as if he was waiting for me to explode.
I was confused, anxious and unprepared for that news. How come? Why now?.
"How did you find out? Where did you see her?" I asked, curiosity getting the best of me.
"She appeared on my doorstep," he said, barely above a whisper.
"How? Zade, are you setting me up?" I asked, anxiety lacing my tone.
"I wouldn't have called you if I intended setting you up…" he paused, as if he was being distracted from the other end.
"Zade? Where is Lena now?"
"Shh. I just heard something, she might be outside my door," he whispered.
"Then we shouldn't be speaking to each other in your apartment until she is gone," I replied and immediately hung up the phone.
