Lana
I thought about making my appointment, but I really didn’t feel like going to see my therapist. Flashes in my head, as I struggled to remember everything that had taken place after I left the club. I remember Cross sitting there, a woman in his lap. He had just finished drinking the last of what he could from her. I remember… No it had to have been a dream.
None of it seemed real and I had been obsessing over it all week.
I opened the front door to my house quietly, hoping to sneak in and grab a change of clothes and sneak out before they noticed when I heard quiet voices in the kitchen. That’s when I heard my name. Curious, I creeped closer as silently as I could.
“They’re onto us, John, we need to do something.”
“What can we do? It seems the Beta isn’t going to do anyth
