Chapter 3

ANASTASIA

With a sniff, I stopped my incessant knocking when I heard hurried footsteps coming toward the door. I leaned on the door, unable to stop my sobs.

I had meant it when I said it was over but a part of me had hoped that he would come after me, take me in his arms and reassure me that it was all a big misunderstanding but he had only stood there, barking my name like some crazed maniac.

Clara opened the door with a smile, it widened a bit when she saw me but immediately fell when she noticed my tears.

"Are you okay?" She frowned, her eyes filled with questions. "I didn't know you would be back so soon," she said slowly, her frown deepening, "Ana, are you okay?"

She reached for me and I couldn't hold back myself anymore. I fell into her arms and cried like a baby. My heart felt heavy and my shoulders shook as I gripped the sides of her shirt and cried harder, soaking her sweatshirt with my tears.

"Shh," she patted me on the back. She closed the door and led me inside the living