Anastasia
Over a million small snowflakes dwindle down from the dark grey sky. The icy northern wind blows harshly over the open tarmac of Logan International Airport, and I shiver uncontrollably. Sawyer opens the door of the black Audi Q7 that is patiently waiting in front of us. I silently slide into the backseat of the car and watch with detached interest as Sawyer moves onto the front seat to ride shotgun with the driver.
The car moves at a snail pace over the snow-covered busy Boston roads. The entire city has been covered with a thick blanket of snow for a few days now. According to the weather channel, the northeast of the US has been hit by the biggest snowstorm in decades at the start of this week. It was almost enough for him, Christian, to reign in on his promise that I could
