DEMETRIA

“Who is calling?” Marion asked, his brows furrowed like the person was interrupting a good morning between us.

“It is Anastasia calling.”

“Okay, I’ll give you space. I’m in the hall when you’re done.”

Marion got up and sat a few feet away with a tablet in his hand, leaning back against the sofa, giving me space. That in itself surprised me.

I swiped to answer. “Anas?”

Her laugh hit me immediately, teasing and loud in my ear. “Well, well, look who finally ...