★Marcia★
I jumped at the opportunity when Anastasia texted and asked if we could talk. There was no way in hell I would miss that chance. If I could fix my mistake, if Anastasia could look past what we were, then maybe Noah would let me come back home. I had been holed up in a dingy motel just outside of Evermere for the past three nights. The place reeked of stale beer and cheap disinfectant. The walls were so thin I could hear my neighbor's TV blaring some late-night sitcom. This was what my life had come to and unfortunately, I only had myself to blame. But Anastasia had texted, and a flicker of hope had been born. After I had made arrangements with her, I even made arrangements with an old friend I had forgotten about. But first, Anastasia. We met at a hole-in-the-wall restaurant. The
