Lana is back!

Xyrus was sitting on his couch, his legs crossed at his ankles, propped up on the coffee table in his living room. His phone was in his hand. He wasn’t on the phone, texting or doing anything else. He was holding onto it in case she called. After a week and a half without a word, Xyrus realized Akira could have been right. It might not be as simple as Lana packing up and running away. It could be much darker and far uglier than he wanted to admit.

He called the police last night to file a missing person’s report. He had refused to let himself think about her being hurt or possibly dead, but it was time to make sure she wasn’t a Jane Doe in a hospital somewhere or in the morgue with police not bothering to look for her family. Tim wouldn’t report her missing, especially if he had something to do with her disappearance.

His heart ached thinking about her hurt or gone from his life forever. When he made the call, he could barely get the words out. He was terrified they were going to con