Anastasia’s POV
I lay on the soft mattress, damn this day was so tiring. I stand up and look at the mirror in my room, little by little I’m changing but still, pain were visible through my eyes. Aunt Marca told me we have to take a rest first and we will just continue tomorrow, I already have an idea about her plans for tomorrow. My eyeglasses are already gone but my reddish pimples are still intact, and I don’t think it can be done just by one day.
Then suddenly a tear fell from my eyes. I immediately wipe it, why am I so being emotional this past few days.
I get the box Aunt Marca gave me, she told me it’s her small gift for trusting her. When I opened it, I was shocked a bit to see a familiar cellphone box. The same brand as my lost phone which he gave me.
Then someone knocks on the
