Ana woke up with a languorous stretch. After the previous night, she felt deliciously refreshed and active. She knew instinctively that Jack wasn't in bed. And when she looked over to his side, she confirmed it.
"Mrs Knight is not receiving anyone," the woman said without even looking up at Ana. Ana frowned a little."Ma'am I haven't e
"Why haven't you been picking my calls?" was the first thing Ana heard when she answered the phone.She had
"What do you mean it's too early to file a missing person report?" Jack asked worriedly. He and Landon were in Ana's apartment. They had still been waiting, both of them worried out if their minds.
It was morning and Jack was fuming, impatient to go and meet up with his mother. Though he didn't want to accept the fact that she could be behind everything that had happened to Ana, even her disappearance, there was a lot of proof pointing to her.
Ana stared at Tasha for a while. She was going on and on about utter nonsense that honestly, Ana had no desire to hear.
Landon looked at his watch as he got out of the building. He had used about forty five minutes of his break. He figured he had enough time to stop for a coffee and make an important call.
Ana was restless. And tired. And everything that could relate to the word exhausted. It had been a couple more hours. Or that was what it seemed. To be honest, she had no specific idea.
Ana woke up disoriented. She looked around and noticed the stark white walls and the fluorescent light. This wasn't a room she recognized.