When Lana got back to her room, she laid in bed and stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours. She was tired, both physically and mentally but her mind refused to sleep even when she was surrounded by complete darkness. She recounted the events that happened earlier, remembering every detail from every sentence everyone said. Over and over again like a broken record player. Sometimes she would catch herself thinking that this was all just a prolonged and messed up dream but she had to constantly remind herself that this was her reality now.
She longed to learn more about her parents, about her birth but she could not stop herself from feeling frustrated whenever she thought of Ray and even Griffin. She debated with herself internally whether or not she was being unreasonably upse
