ANASTASIA
My parents have been found.
I still can’t believe it and keep mentally shaking myself during the entire ride back home. I found out Drake doesn’t know I’m the girl who's been looking for her parents.
I wonder how Denver did it, but it seems to be more valid. Am I really going to see my parents soon? I think I’m dreaming.
I know I hate them so much, but I feel like a heavy load has been lifted off me. I feel like my breathing has returned to normal, and maybe I’m not dying on the inside anymore.
I’m clinking my nails and rubbing my sweaty palm on my bare lap. I still don’t know how to form a word; I’m just quiet, thinking about what might happen when I see them.
“Are you going to be sitting all day, Ana? Get off the bed and get something to wear; we are finally going to see
