𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀
I couldn't believe it. My life had gone full circle by letting me end up where I started. Tears stung my eyes, too clench my jaw to stop them from escaping. I didn't want to do anything to ruin this chance I had of finally being able to ask questions. To speak freely.
"How do you know Boston, Anna? And why does your face look like it's just seen a horror movie?" A question for a question. Or rather, two questions for a question. He was my master after all.
I pulled at the ends of my hair which hung over my shoulder. "I think I was born here. I remember the name, the place. Memories of when I was a little girl."
He frowned, and I knew I had only created more questions by answering his first.
He turned and then picked up his glass before facing me again. "Go ahead, ask another."
There were too many questions. I had to sort through them to pick the most important ones in case this entire conversation would end soon.
