★Anastasia★
It had been four days since Marcia had dropped the truth bomb on me. A truth I was still struggling to come to terms with. I had come out here to my Aunt’s place for answers, but I have yet to ask the questions. I heard the car coming, and I sighed softly as I went into the kitchen and put on the kettle. I didn’t care if she was tired. I was ready to talk, and I was ready to ask those difficult questions.
“Anastasia?”
“Kitchen,” I called back. I prepared the kettle before I poured in the hot water to allow the tea to brew.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be awake,” Aunt Eloise said as she joined me in the kitchen.
“I can’t go back,” I stated as I turned to face her. She looked confused for a moment, but then it was as if she understood. “I don’t want to…I’m sorry,”
“No need
