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Chapter 3 A painful end, a new beginning
ith the occasional hum of the television or the distant clatter of Ana's mother moving around the kitchen. No, this was different
t cold, foreign. He had spent so many days here that it was prac
see the tremble in them, the barely restrained grief that threatened to break through. The man had lost the
ice softer than usual. Wyatt merely n
iet. Every now and then, he glanced toward the staircase, expecting to hear the f
er a while, eyes still fixed on the c
't need to b
ching at his sides. He had never seen Ana like this. She was always the firecrack
or open, what he saw made his chest ache like
lders shook with silent sobs, her face buried in her pillow. She looked
think. He did
und her without a word. Normally, she would have shoved him away, called h
her tethered to the earth. Her hands fisted in his shirt, a
way her body trembled against his. He wanted to say something-anything-to make
while, a shudder would go through her. When she finally pulled back, her face was
s," she whispere
otion. He ran his fingers up and down her back, a smal
st girl he had ever known-the girl who never backed down, who al
nchecked, but he didn't care. He didn't wipe them away. He just
at him, he stayed awake, watching over her as she drifted into
tains, he whispered the words he had never dared to
with Anastasia, doing everything in his power to make sure she never had to face the crushing weight of her grief alone. But she recovered and started being her o
cruel way of hitting
rema
mom passed, Beth Thompson stepped into their lives like she owned the place. She came wit
t-sweet, bubbly, blonde, and perfect. And she w
world's best parent. But the moment they weren't around? She turned into something else entirely. Col
hbrush, washing their clothes, doing their chores on top of her own.
ughing. Stoppe
weighed down by an invisible burden. Bastian asked her about it, over
finally
he demanded as they walke
" she muttered, no
t. You barely talk to me
en busy," she said fl
stop it, but he didn't regret it. He grabbed he
h. But then she wrenched her arm free. "I don't need this, Bas
tep back, s
ace. For the first time in years, she was walking away from him
ing wa
, terrib
something soon, he w
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