★Anastasia★
The rain poured down in steady sheets, drumming against the windows of my apartment as I stirred the simmering pot of chicken soup. The warm, savory scent filled the space and chased away the chill of the storm outside. I had always loved the rain, but this afternoon, it felt heavier. Like it carried a weight I couldn’t quite name. The rhythmic pattern against the glass was soothing, but the nervous energy that buzzed just beneath my skin refused to settle. I had been looking forward to this lunch with Marcia, but now that she was almost here, doubt started creeping in. Would she think I was ridiculous for asking about Noah? Would she roll her eyes and dismiss me? I wasn’t sure how she would feel about me monopolizing our time by asking her questions. A sharp knock at the door
