Chapter One hundred and ninety-two

Lana’s POV

I found Andre standing by the window in one of the hospital’s quiet lounges. I swallowed as I approached him, clenching and unclenching my fist to at least relieve some of the tension that I felt. I had searched everywhere in the hospital for him, and during that time, I had gone over everything I would say to him, but now that I saw him, the words would not come.

They hung in the space between my throat and my tongue, and no matter how much I tried to push them forward, they just wouldn’t bulge. How do I tell a man to go against his own mother? How do I convince him to stand before the world and say the world’s might send her to prison for the rest of her lives?

I stood at the door for a while, watching him. I was questioning myself and wondering if this was where I was going to stop. If it was right to stop here and not get my father’s company back from Freda as I had promised,.

I had a good life now, did I not? I had a family with Cameron, Sally, Darby, and Fred—peopl