ANASTASIA GRIFFITHS
The cold wind hitting against my skin, causing me to wake up from my sleep. Opening my eyes, I realise the window isn't closed. I remember asking the nurse to close it before I sleep, but who could have opened it? It's the middle of the night for goodness sake.
As I try to get up and sit right on the bed, a paper falls off from my chest. I take it to see if something is written on it; indeed something is written.
'I need you to hold on and
be patient with me.
I am so sorry for what happened
and, for the pain you enduring. I
Will return home as soon as
possible, to you and our princesses.
Just a few more things to take care
of, and I will be back home for good.
I don't know how long it will take, but
trust me.
I Love You.
M.'
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