What is the lady's name?? Timberwood Anaya
Arlo's POV
It was as early as 2pm in the afternoon that day, I felt a bit embarrassed showing up at her doorstep now after I had clearly straight on refused her help. But I couldn't do it alone.
The night before must have been a clear proof to me about how hell was like, bringing it's torture to my room that night. The horrific nightmares only grew worse!
I had planned on what to say already, only, I didn't know how to even react if it was not Tara. Silly me began to realize Tara would still be at work by this time because Ella was the one standing before me now with a furrowed brow.
She appeared to be a little streesed with her eyes looking all lazy like she had been sleeping.
"Arlo? What are you doing here?" She asked. Her answer came up quite quickly as her eyes fell down to my leg to see a box resting beside me.
"I could have called, but I didn't. I'm sorry about that, Ella."
