C63 She's gone

The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was roll to the side and reach for his phone on the bedside table. Through bleary eyes, he stared at the screen, hoping to see a missed call or a message or two from Lana. It had taken every ounce of self-control not to text her last night.

Around eleven, he had sent her a simple goodnight text, hoping for some kind of response