Anastasia was sitting alone outside at her usual spot where she, Angelina, and Elizabeth would hang out when they were both still alive.
Although it was getting close to two weeks since their death, Anastasia still hadn't gotten used to being all alone.
If they'd been there, they would have shared their life experiences despite the situation they were in, while Elizabeth told Anastasia anything she learned about her before she was kidnapped.
Recalling those memories wasn't one of Anastasia's favorite things to do because it always caused her to cry. Gently, she wiped off the tears that were starting to stream down her face.
Her days in the house were starting to get longer without any sort of infiltration that could be a good sign that the police or her husband had found out about the place.
