Lana's POV.
As soon as Asher tucked my SIM card back into his pocket, everything else around me faded away.
That little piece of plastic suddenly held more significance than the cure, the lab, the guards, or even Amelia’s threats. Because my SIM card meant one thing which is Jasper.
Just the thought of him made my chest tighten painfully. I hadn’t heard his voice in days. I had no idea if he was alive, safe, searching for me.
Jasper was smart. He was strong. He would never stop looking for me.
And I would never stop trying to reach him. I kept my expression neutral while Asher discussed the cure and the remaining patients, but inside, my thoughts were racing wildly.
The plan was to avoid asking Asher directly about the SIM card, as it would raise too many eyebrows. Instead, I needed
