Fritz’s Point of View
I woke up feeling so weak. I can’t even open my eyes. The last thing I remembered was I was running down the stairs because of Anastasia.
Joe came to my apartment and brought food and tea. He said it was from Anastasia and Ken. She was so thoughtful that she asked Joe to bring it to me, knowing I didn’t want anyone to know where I lived. But Joe brought her with him. She only stayed in the lobby because she didn’t want me to get mad that she had invaded my safe haven.
The truth is, I don’t care. She’s right. Only Joe knows where I live. Not even Ken nor my mom know where exactly my apartment is. This is my private space. I don’t allow anyone in it. I don’t want anyone to know about it. But ever since I have known her, Anastasia has always been an exception to any r
