Anastasia’s POVWhen Dmitri pulled up to my grandmother's house, I sat there for a long moment, staring at the familiar front door. The garden was in full bloom, roses climbing the trellis, the same way they had when I was a child. Everything looked the same except that I felt different. I felt broken and empty.I got out of the car, grabbing my bag. "Thank you, Dmitri.""Anastasia." He caught my arm. "If you need anything…""I'll call. I promise."He nodded, letting me go. I walked up the path to the front door, my heart pounding. I didn't bother knocking. I just pushed the door open and stepped inside.Nana was in the living room, a book in her hands. She looked up when I entered, her face breaking into a smile."Anastasia! What a lovely surprise…."She stopped. Her eyes took in my face, my red-rimmed eyes, my trembling lips. She didn't need to ask. She just opened her arms.I rushed into them, sobbing against her shoulder.She held me tight, her hand stroking my hair. "It's okay, m
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