Chapter 18

LANA WAS ASLEEP WHEN I got back from work and left before I woke up. I’m kind of glad she did. I don’t know if I want her to remember yesterday’s conversation or not. Lana, alone…

I can’t see it. Lana isn’t the kind of person that is alone. She’s too kind, too loving. I unroll the piece of magazine with the number on it from my pocket and stare at it. I know it’s the number she was afraid to answer. I don’t think I can ever forget something that makes Lana so still.

“Call it,” I order myself. A piece of paper shouldn’t feel so heavy. I grab my phone and type in the first three numbers before my thumb takes on a mind of its own, deletes those numbers, and dials Alex’s instead.

“What’s up? “Alex answers almost immediately.

“I got the number that Lana won’t answer.”

“So, call it.” Alex doesn’t hesitate. He knows how he’d handle it if it was Shaina. I know how he’d handle it if he had the number.

“Do you want me to call it?” he offers.