Chapter 8 Lana's Move

CHAPTER EIGHT

(Lana imani's POV)

Lana sat by the bay window in her apartment, the soft hum of traffic below her barely registering. Her phone was on the table-screen black, so many unread messages piling up-but her attention was on the worn photo in her hand. It was old, folded at the corners. Four kids-Zayne, Khalil, Zara and herself.

Back then in school when they were very young when everything was way more......simpler.

She traced Zayne's outline with her finger. She hadn't seen him like that since the gala. Not cold, not guarded-but shaken. The announcement had done its job.

But it was only the beginning of everything that was about to take place in their lives.

She opened her notebook-the one she kept locked in her drawer, far from everyone, even far from Zara her sister. Inside, coded words, secrets, events and names sat like landmines. And at the center of it all: Thornwell's secret.

She took a deep breath picked her phone from the table where it was and made the call.

"Hey, ummm if you're not busy"

"Meet me right now. You know the place."

" We need to talk"

A pause..

"We don't have much time, Khalil."

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