Alana
I woke-up the following morning feeling more determined than ever to get little Jax back. Without bothering to eat or anything, I grabbed Jax’s cell phone and dialed the number to the royal suite.
Again, Lance was the one to answer, and he was quick to hang up on me, but I wasn’t even close to being ready to throw in the towel and give up. Instead, I called over and over until Lance got fed up and took the phone off the hook. It was a crappy thing for him to do, but I couldn’t be mad after all the crappy things I did and said to Lance and the others.
Still refusing to give up, I paced the inside of Jax’s tent for the next hour and continued to call his suite every couple of minutes. Finally, the call went through, and there was no stopping me from fist pumping the
