Saving Anastasia
I didn’t look back.
Out in the parking lot, the sun clung to my skin like a memory I couldn’t shake. I slipped into the driver’s seat and turned the key. The engine roared to life, loud and shaky, like a heart beating too fast. I pressed the gas and let the wind blur the edges of everything behind me. It didn’t take long to reach his house—my grandfather’s house. But as I stood in front of it, something felt different. The place looked the same, but the feeling was gone. It wasn’t home anymore. It was just a building now, filled with echoes, dust, and everything left behind when a heartbeat stops.
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