Jason walked further down the path, his phone already in hand, thumb hovering over Jerry's contact. He hit the dial, anxiety gnawing at him. It had been years since the tragedy with Naomi, and Jason wasn't sure how much longer he could protect Lana from the truth.
The phone rang once, twice, before Jerry's familiar voice cut through. "Jason. What's up?"
"Hey, Jerry," Jason's voice was low, controlled. "I need your help. It's about Lana."
The other end was silent for a beat, then Jerry's voice came through, soft with concern. "Lana? Is she back in town?"
"Yeah. She was back yesterday." Jason paused, feeling the weight of the situation pressing harder. "She doesn't remember, Jerry. She's acting like Naomi's still… here."
Jason heard Jerry's sharp intake of breath. "She has totally no hi
