Chapter One hundred and seventy-three

Lana’s POV

“Is there a problem?”

Of course there was none; I hoped there would be none. But my heart would not stop beating, and my imagination would not stop conjuring unlimited thoughts, all of which were worse than the former.

“I used to sit with her here.” He continued in that lilting tone. I was sure that if I looked into his eyes in that instant, I would catch the memories as they unfurled in his vision.

“We would sit here for hours just watching the stars. During that time, I used to feel content. Happy even... I wanted her to be happy; she worked a lot for me, and I would have done anything to pay her back.”

Including giving her my life. I thought wryly, though I did not voice out the thought.

I glanced instead at the twinkling stars and tried to imagine him with Kathy, sitting on this cold but oddly comfortable bench, stargazing.

Was this how they were? I thought. The same way he and I were now, only that they were no strangers to each other. They had both been familiar w