“Your road led to a copper trail of memories minted in despair.”
Angie Weiland Crosby.
Anastasia’s POV
As I lay on my bed, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in my stomach. My conversation with Megan had left me with more questions than answers, and I couldn't stop thinking about Mia's sister, who had stopped working at the club under mysterious circumstances.
I know there is more to it, there is some darkness lurking around, threatening to take over.
I tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable, but my mind kept racing. I couldn't sleep, and I knew it was because I was too busy thinking about Mia and her sister. I couldn’t shake it off, consumed by it all.
I kept thinking about how I could convince Mia to talk to me about what really happened. Megan had said t
