LANA WAS ASLEEP WHEN I got back from work and left before I woke up. I'm kind of glad she did. I don't know if I want her to remember yesterday's conversation or not. Lana, alone…
I can't see it. Lana isn't the kind of person that is alone. She's too kind, too loving. I unroll the piece of magazine with the number on it from my pocket and stare at it. I know it's the number she was afraid to answer. I don't think I can ever forget something that makes Lana so still.
“Call it," I order myself. A piece of paper shouldn't feel so heavy. I grab my phone and type in the first three numbers before my thumb takes on a mind of its own, deletes those numbers, and dials Alex's instead.
“What's up? “Alex answers almost immediately.
“I got the number that Lana won't answer."
“So, call it." Alex
