*6 Months Later*

*Della*

“Della, are you sure this is what you want to do? I can always call your dad and we can—”

I held up my hand, cutting Donald off mid-sentence. His eyes widened on the screen of my phone, staring at me as we waited for me to speak. The only problem was, I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to think or feel.

Hell, I couldn’t even see straight through the tears blurring the edges of my sight. ...