Lana seemed to be wary of how we spoke. She kept on looking between Dale and I repeatedly. A part of how she stared denoted worry, most of it was plain curiosity. "What is going on? Won't one of you talk?" She pestered, moving closer. She had her eyebrows drawn in together in a pattern that worried me sick.
How we had been unaware of her unexpected entry was a misery, we were probably too carried away to even notice. Either that or Dale who was anterior to me saw her, and purposely chose to ignore her just to implicate me. I knew Dale was going to give me off. I closed my eyes tight and for the first time in forever, I rendered an internal prayer to God. Something I had forgotten how to do.
"Nothing much Lana. Jones accidentally got his leg hurt but he's fine," Dale told her, staring dir
