ANASTASIA

"My child," Father called. His voice filled with pain and regret.

"I... I can explain."

"You don't have to... I heard it all," I revealed, wiping the tears streaming from the side of my eyes.

"How it all started. I've been listening. Linda didn't mention that when she was begging for a cure," I chuckled, holding back my emotions.

"Boy did she spoil your name," I added, hovering my gaze at the pillars of crates around me.

"She didn't hold back even for a second."

Just looking at these ...