Alana
After eating and talking about what to do next, I decided it was time to give my brother a call. Jax had a cellphone, and I still remembered the phone number to the royal suite.
As I listened to the ringing on the other end, I thought about what I should say. I hadn’t thought far enough ahead, so I was forced to just wing it.
On the fifth ring, I heard Lance’s voice come through the line. With anxiety gripping me, I took a deep breath to steady my voice before gushing, “Lance, it’s Alana. Please don’t hang up on me! I’m not calling to start problems. I just want to know where my son is.”
“Alana, I will never give you that information! Don’t call here again!” Lance hissed through the phone before hanging up on me.
Feeling heartbroken by the fact that he
