After Ace left to give me space to think, I found myself staring at my phone again.

Lena's number seemed to glow on the screen, taunting me.

Two years of silence. Four years of stubbornly refusing to admit she'd been right about James. Four years of choosing pride over family.

Before I could change my mind, I hit call.

It rang four times before she answered.

"Hello?"

Her voice was cautious, probably because she didn't recognize the number.

"Lena? It's... it's ...