“Hey.” Cristina reached over and squeezed Anna’s shoulder. “Even if she was, no big deal. s**t happens, you know? You’re still my best friend and always will be.”
Anna’s phone began to ring. She pulled it out to see that Arthur was calling her.
“Don’t even think about answering that, Ann. Do you want answers or listen to my father lecturing you?”
Anna hesitated. She didn’t want Arthur angry at her, but she did want answers. He was desperate for them. Anna had to know about her lineage, where she’d come from, who she was.
Nothing about what she was going through made sense to her. Silencing the phone, Anna slid it back into her pocket.
Cristina pulled up to the asylum and cut the motor. It was déjà vu as they sat there staring at the looming building. It didn’t look quite so frighteni
