In her hands was a gun that was pointed at them. However, she dropped it, not minding the guns pointed at her.
She slowly walked towards Anastasia with slow and countable steps, tears pooling in her eyes, her body trembling as if she was freezing.
When she reached Anastasia, she gently cupped her cheeks as her tears fell. "You're Anastasia?"
Anastasia couldn't bring herself to reply. Her saliva was stuck in her throat, nearly causing her to choke. This was supposed to be a harmless escape without her identity being figured out by anyone, especially by a family member.
Her feet felt glued to the ground, and even the simplest task of walking or reacting became an insurmountable challenge.
Tracie's hands were still on Anastasia's face, then she slowly moved them to her hair, picking the strands of the brown hair and watching it flow down her fingers.
Tracie's hands were shaking, her lips trembling as her gaze landed on Anastasia once again.
