★Anastasia★
Going out wasn’t something I did often anymore. The outside world felt too loud, too bright, too unpredictable. But there were certain things I couldn’t avoid forever – like grocery shopping. It was strange being back here – considering what had happened the last time – but Aunt Eloise had given me a list and as I moved through the aisles of the small grocery store, I grabbed the necessities with mechanical efficiency. My mind was too cluttered to focus. Thoughts of Noah, of Marcia, and of everything that had unravelled over the past few weeks, swirled in my head like a storm that refused to settle. I wanted clarity, but all I had was confusion and hurt. I turned down the next aisle and scanned the shelves for my usual brand of coffee when a voice, smooth as silk, cut through
