Author's note: this is from John's point of view
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When Anna finished with her story, it was my turn to ask questions.
"Why did you help her? Why didn't you come up with some excuse? Why didn't you call me?"
Anna inhaled a shaky breath. Her cheeks were wet with tears that were spilling since she started talking, but I had no pity for her.
"Magda is my friend…"
