★Anastasia★
“Anastasia…” Marcia whispered as I finished telling her all about my dream. And for the first time since I had woken up, I felt like I could breathe again. Talking to her about it had helped. Or at least it had helped me more than I thought it would. Talking about the dream somehow made it somewhat real. And that was a relief. I wasn’t going mad or crazy. Of course, I knew I needed to talk to Aunt Eloise because this wasn’t just a dream. It was a warning.
“Thank you for listening,” I said to her. She glanced over at me and nodded slowly. I could tell that she was still trying to process what I had just told her. It was a lot.
“I wish I had the words to comfort you, Anastasia,” she admitted softly, and I couldn’t help but smile. “But I do think you need a distraction,” she
