25
Saxon
I ready myself before knocking on the clean, white door. My knuckles have barely lifted when Anastasia answers.
‘Saxon? I was just going out.’
‘I’ll walk with you.’
She smiles and links her arm through mine. ‘That would be wonderful.’
Anastasia is confident, blunt, and even bossy at times. But she is still kind and caring. She has not been corrupted by the class division that runs through the community. The divide is obvious from the homes we live in to the clothes we wear.
‘Where are you headed?’ I say.
‘My mother asked me to drop some documents off to my father.’
I swallow down the excitement. The timing couldn’t be better. I must be careful and not give my intentions away. Anastasia is also very smart and perceptive. Her confessions at the screenshow made me realise ho
