C71 Lana is back

Xyrus was sitting on his couch, his legs crossed at his ankles, propped up on the coffee table in his living room. His phone was in his hand. He wasn’t on the phone, texting or doing anything else. He was holding onto it in case she called. After a week and a half without a word, Xyrus realized Akira could have been right. It might not be as simple as Lana packing up and running away