Halting at first.
Then faster. Then all at once.
She told her everything.
About Martin.
About the tension that had built between them from the very beginning.
About the way he resisted her.
The way he looked at her.
The night everything finally snapped.
Her voice trembled as she spoke about that first kiss.
Then the second.
Then the way he walked away.
And came back.
And walked away again, this time for good.
Her words grew more emotional as she described the confrontation — the argument, the jealousy, the confession.
Her confession.
“I told him how I felt,” she admitted, her voice breaking. “I told him everything…”
Lena didn’t interrupt.
Didn’t react.
Just listened.
And when Lana spoke about his answer…
About the way his voice had shaken.
About the way he had said she
