CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
“Lana,” I snapped out of my daze when I heard Andrew’s voice as he rushed towards me. My fingers were trembling as I finally let the phone off my ears. This just had to be some sort of night that I would hopefully wake up from soon enough.
“What the f**k happened?” He asked, veins popping on his forehead but my brain was still in a daze. Shaking my shoulders, he pulled me out of my trance as a tear rolled down my cheek.
“What the hell happened Lana? Where is my son?” he demanded and at that moment I caught a glimpse of the scare for his son’s life tainted deep in his eyes.
“He is gone Andrew,” I spoke, barely audible.
“What happened?” he asked softly after several seconds of being quiet.
“C-can we just get inside the house? I feel like I’m about to
