A Piece Of Land
Anastasia glanced at Daniel, who stood nearby, looking anxious as he paced back and forth, waiting for her.
Her gaze shifted back to the older woman before her. Memories of their first encounter flooded her mind—Vivian Woods, standing in front of her mother the day after her father had passed away, delivering a subtle warning for them to stay out of sight.
"Mind your glare…" Vivian said those words with a smile on her lips.
"I'm not sure what you want from me," Anastasia began, her voice steady despite the lump in her throat. "But you must know we've kept to ourselves all this time. And…I don't know if the news reached you, but my mother, Marleen, passed away." She swallowed hard, trying to keep her emotions in check. She needed to appear strong in front of this woman—her supposed grandmother.
"I know…" Vivian's tone lacked any hint of remorse as she continued, "How do you feel?"